๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฎ: ๐พ๐๐๐ข ๐ผ๐๐๐
๐จ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐
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๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐.
He was power. She was peace. But fate wanted chaos.
He stood at the top of the political pyramidโIndia's youngest, most feared, most desired politician. A man built of speeches, scandals, and secrets. He never believed in love. Never believed in marriage. Until the night he saw her.
She wasn't trying to be noticed. She was just dancing. Eyes full of stars, body flowing like a prayer, a soft-spoken classical dancer lost in rhythm at a high-profile cultural inauguration.
But something in her broke his silence. Shattered every guarded wall he'd built. She didn't even see him watching... but he did more than just see. He felt. And that was dangerous. Instead of chasing her, he used what he knew bestโpower. He pulled strings. Spoke to the right people. Arranged the perfect marriage proposal through their families. Everyone called it fate. Only he knew it was obsession in disguise.
Now, they're newlywedsโstrangers pretending to be partners. She, a delicate storm wrapped in silk and silence. Graceful, shy, awkward in all the ways that make his control unravel. He, the nation's coldest flameโstoic, commanding, and burning with a possessiveness he doesn't even try to hide. He watches her like a hawk. Smiles when she's nervous. Rages when others look at her too long. Touches her like she's glassโand guards her like she's his entire kingdom.
But she's not just innocent. She's curious. Brave in quiet ways. And slowly, without knowing, she begins to touch parts of him he never knew were starvedโfor affection, for trust, for something as simple as a gentle hand reaching across the dark.
What began as a one-sided obsession starts tangling into something neither of them expectedโa slow, burning, tender, explosive kind of love. Their nights become filled with soft arguments, stolen glances, clumsy laughter, unspoken desires, and brushes of skin that speak louder than words. But just as they begin to fallโtruly fallโthe ghosts of their pasts begin to rise. Secrets. Scandals. Sacrifices. A love born from silence begins to crack under the weight of unspoken truths. Because fate? It never plays fair. And love? It only blooms... right before it burns.
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