Night fell not like a curtain, but like a sword.
The palace, earlier alive with drums and distant laughter, now braced itself beneath a roaring sky. Clouds growled like wounded beasts, and lightning tore across the heavens, silver and savage.
Varna red lehanga mein comeback karna padhega, @lostlakshi aur mere bacho ko palne ke liye paise chaiye
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"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ. ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฏ๐ - ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
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