AVYANSH’S POV
She’s sleeping next to me.
In my shirt.
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🖊💫 His Shayari, Her Sparks She's a no-filter, caffeine-fueled almost-engineer. He's a mischievous poet with a storm behind his words. Sarcasm meets poetry, chaos meets charm-but behind the banter, both hide unspoken scars. Will love give their secrets a voice, or will silence keep them apart? A tale of wit, wounds, and the poetry of love.
Dev Raghuvanshi A loud-mouth with a loud heart. A Hindu boy who believes love is filmy, fearless, and full of fire. And her? She was everything he wasn't allowed to love. A calm storm. A soft rebellion. A Muslim girl who made him question every boundary the world drew between their names. They say love doesn’t see religion. But the world does. And in the chaos of traditions, silence of families, and noise of society — they became a love story people whisper about, but never write. But Dev? He’s writing it. Loudly. Dramatically. Unapologetically. Because this isn't just about her. It's about what she left behind in him — A reflection. An Aks-e-Mohabbat. But only for the ones who believe that love can exist even when the world says no.
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