Author's POV
Shaurya sat on a chair, fingers tightening around the pen as he stared at the blank sheet of paper before him. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.
๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ก๐-๐-๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ช
๐โจ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ '๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ช' โจ๐ "๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐-๐-๐ฐ๐๐๐" ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐..... ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐ธ ๐ฅ He was a man who never believed in distractions until she walked in and the world blurred around her presence. He knew he had no right to want her, yet his heart kept whispering her name in every silent prayer. ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฅ She had dreams, boundaries, and a life set on a different path. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission, it just quietly becomes the only thing that feels right. Some love stories are soft, some are stormy-but this one? It's a surrender ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ถ๐ ๐ด๐๐... ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ~๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
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