Kabhi chup-chup rahe,
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๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ - ๐ฎ๐ฒ
๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ช๐ก๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ
ใ โฆ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ-๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ โข ๐ฆ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ฟ๐ป โข ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐บ๐ถ๐๐ โฆ ใ โโโโโโโโ โ โห She believes in control. In rankings, routines, and never losing. He believes in nothingโ except pushing her limits just to watch her break. Aarvi Mishra has never come second. Not in academics. Not in life. And definitely not to him. Rayn Malik doesnโt competeโ he dominates. Calm, unreadableโฆ and far more dangerous than he lets anyone see. What starts as rivalry turns into something far more complicatedโ late-night arguments, stolen glances, and a tension neither of them is willing to name. Because this isnโt just about ego anymore. There are things they donโt know. Truths buried deeper than pride, deeper than hatredโ something that ties them together in ways they canโt explain. And the closer they getโฆ the harder it becomes to walk away. โโโโโโโโ โ โห "Youโre impossible," she snapped. "And yet," he stepped closer, voice low, "you still canโt stay away." โโโโโโโโ โ โห Some rivalries fade. Some turn into love. And someโฆ were never meant to be either.
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