For the one who never said - I love you - but stayed long enough to be the proof of it...
By cresent...🪄

For the one who never said - I love you - but stayed long enough to be the proof of it...
By cresent...🪄
If my books do well, I’ll donate 2% of my income to orphanages and old age homes— especially for those elderly souls abandoned by their own children. Because little kids and the elderly need the deepest kind of care. 💛✨ And also, those voiceless animals—they deserve the purest love. I truly believe they’re the most innocent beings God ever created. All they need is a little affection and some food, whether it’s a dog, cat, cow, or any other animal. They don’t ask for much—just kindness. 🐾💛
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This is the story of two completely different peronalities:- One is a girl who shoulders immense responsibilities, placing her family's needs above everything else. For her, full filling their expectations is her utmost priority. She is serious, focused, and a complete bookworm, immersing herself in stories and literature to escape the harsh realities of life. Love, for her is something that exists only within the pages of books and tales. In real life, she has neither hope for it nor the luxury of wasting time chasing such fleeting emotions. Her world revolves around discipline, practicality, and duty, leaving little room for the whims of the heart. But sometimes, life has a way of surprising even the most guarded souls. The other is a man whose life revolves around a single obsession - his business. It's the only thing he takes seriously, the sole focus of his disciplined mind. Beyond that, he is the quintessential playboy, a master at winning over women's hearts only to discord them just as easily. To him, love is a laugh able notion, an overrated mythic he has no patience for. His cynicism stems from never having witnessed genuine love in his life. For him, relationships are fleeting and superficial, a distraction at best, and nothing more than a game. Two lives, two extreme - one grounded in duty and dreams the other lost in indulgence and denial - both unaware that life has its own plans, ready to challenge everything they believe. Shanvi Verma X Darshit Oberoi 🪄He fell first and harder
Born as the only heir to the peace - loving kingdom of Mridualgrah, Mrinalika Taara Varman was not just a princess - she was her people's grace, her father's pride, and her late mother's living reflection. She grew up surrounded by affection, but not indulgence. Her father, a great king, hand once lost the love of his life - and despite being a ruler with every right to remaary, he chose to remain loyal to her memory. That choice defined Mrinalika. It became the foundation of her beliefs, her silent yearning - to be loved the same way, with devotion unshaken by time or tragedy. She was wise beyond her years. Fluent in the sacred language of the Vedas, a natural nurturer who could calm even the fiercest of beasts, and someone who carried her kingdom's legacy not in her jewels, but in her soul. From a very young age, she listened to stories-not just of gods and goddess, but of her parents quiet, unbroken love. She believed the divine would grant her a bond just as sacred. But destiny is not swayed by innocence. Her marriage was decided - to Veeryan Singh Rathore, crown prince of the mighty kingdom of Simhartah. A warrior unmatched, regal and radiant in every sense, but old - and carved by ego. To the world, it was a union of strength and wisdom. To her, it was the beginning of heartbreak.
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