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ã âĶ ððžðđðđðēðīðē ðŋðžðšðŪðŧð°ðē âĶ ã âââââââââ âË ð§ðĩðēð ðĩðŪððēðą. ð§ðĩðēð ð°ðžðđðđðķðąðēðą. ð§ðĩðēð ððēðŪððēðą, ððĩðēð ðģðžððīðĩð, ðŪðŧðą ððĩðēð ððžðð°ðĩðēðą ðđðķðļðē ðð―ðŪðŋðļð ð°ðžððđðą ðŊððŋðŧ ð°ðķððķðēð ðąðžððŧ. ððŧðēðšðķðēð. ððžððēðŋð. ððŪðŧðīðēðŋ ððŋðŪð―ð―ðēðą ðķðŧ ðąðēððķðŋðē. ðððēðŋð ðīðđðŪðŧð°ðē ðŪ ðąðŪðŋðē, ðēððēðŋð ðŪðŋðīððšðēðŧð ðŪ ðīðŪðšðē. ðĶðķð ððžððđð. ðĶðķð ðđðķððēð. ðĒðŧðē ð°ðžðđðđðķððķðžðŧ ððĩðŪð ðŋðēð―ðēðŪðð, ðŪðīðŪðķðŧ ðŪðŧðą ðŪðīðŪðķðŧ. ð§ðĩðķð ðķððŧ'ð ðŪ ðđðžððē ðððžðŋð. ðð'ð ð°ðĩðŪðžð, ðžðŊððēðððķðžðŧ, ðŪðŧðą ððēðšð―ððŪððķðžðŧ ððžðž ðąðēðđðķð°ðķðžðð ððž ðŋðēððķðð. âââââââââ âË



[PALKHI à AHAAN] This book will make you feel more butterflies than you knew your heart could hold. These pages contain moments that will make you wonder- Is obsession really this beautiful? Because obsession has another name: AHAAN OBEROI. And then there are moments that will make you whisper, "Damn... this girl is so me," because she is PALKHI SHARMA-messy, stubborn, soft, and lightning made of skin. Warning: You will get so invested in their story that it'll start feeling like it's yours. ęĢā§ââââââââââââââââââââââÛŦ ęĢā§ Some stories aren't meant to be only cherished. Some are old books-dusted, guarded, and carved with wounds that still remember. Their bond isn't sunshine in a daydream... It's midnight summer rain. So dive into their story- where love and struggle feel achingly, beautifully real. âââ

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