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Veer stepped into Awasthi Sadan, the rain clinging stubbornly to him even after he’d crossed the threshold.
He wasn’t drenched — just wet enough.
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15. Heart On My Sleeves
In the Storm, I Found You
"She was running from death. He was walking toward it. But fate threw them into the same river, under the same storm." A hunted woman. A broken man. One storm. When their worlds collide, survival becomes the first step toward something neither of them expected.
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