ð’ðˆð‹ð„ðð‚ð„ ðƒð„ð•ðŽð“ðˆðŽð
"ð‘»ð’–ð’‹ð’‰ ð’Žð’‚ð’Šð’ ð’“ð’‚ð’‚ð’ƒ ð’…ð’Šð’Œð’‰ð’•ð’‚ ð’‰ð’‚ð’Š
ð’šð’‚ð’“ð’“ð’‚ ð’Žð’‚ð’Šð’ ð’Œð’šð’‚ ð’Œð’‚ð’“"
"ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him
"payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes.
★★★★
"Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him.
"Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred.
★★★
Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood,
Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else.
Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform.
Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed.
Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And that made her dangerous territory. A line he wasn't supposed to cross..
