Eฦ Dาฝาฝษฏฮฑษณาฝ Kฮน Dาฝาฝษฏฮฑษณฮนแงฮฑฦ
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ิฮน ฮฑษพษฑฮฑฮฑษณ, ฦฯ
ิฮน สฮฑฦิ ิฮฑฮน
Kาฝิ ษพฮฑิฮน ิาฝาฝษฏฮฑษณฮนแงฮฑฦ ิฮฑฮน
Mฮฑฮนษณ แงาฝิ ิฮนส
ฯาฝ ส
ฮนฦิ ฦิฯ
ฦฮฑ ิฯฯษณ
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ษฑาฝษพฮฑ ิฮฑฮน, ฦฯ
ษฑาฝษพฮฑ ิฮฑฮน
Tาฝษพาฝ ฮฑฮฑษ าฝ ศฅฮนษณิฮฑษ ฮน ฦฮน
Kิฮฑฮฑฦิ สฮนฦษณฮน ฮฑิษฑฮนแงฮฑฦ ิฮฑฮน
Fฮฑฮนสส
ฮฑ ษฑฮฑฮนษณ ฦฮฑษพ ฦิฯ
ฦฮฑ ิฯฯษณ
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ษฑาฝษพฮฑ, ษฑฮฑฮนษณ แฆิฮน ิฯฯษณ แฆฮฑส ฦาฝษพฮฑ
ZAHIR IQBAL NEVER BELIEVED IN DIRECTION.
Reckless, careless, and always running from anything that asked him to stay.
Until he met Rani Tripathi.
His best friend's sister.
The one girl he was never supposed to love.
But Rani didn't simply enter his life.
She changed it.
And somewhere between stolen glances and unspoken feelings...
Zahir fell.
First. Helplessly. Irrevocably.
Rani believed in Har Har Mahadev.
In faith. Family. Honour. Duty.
She was certainty where Zahir was chaos.
He had never believed in anything enough to surrender himself to it.
Until her.
Because loving Rani meant facing everything standing between them-family, faith, promises, and destiny.
And if loving her meant he had to bleed, break, and lose himself...
Zahir would do it all.
Because for the first time in his life, he had found something worth staying for.
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