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๐•ด๐–“๐–™๐–—๐–”๐–‰๐–š๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ ๐–†๐–“๐–‰ ๐–†๐–Š๐–˜๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–™๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–˜

๐”‡๐”ข๐”ก๐”ฆ๐” ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซ

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๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’†๐’—๐’† ๐’Š๐’ ๐’”๐’๐’–๐’-๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’“๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‡๐’†๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’†.
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๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–—๐–†๐–ˆ๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐–†๐–Š๐–˜๐–™๐–๐–Š๐–™๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–˜

ย  ๐Ÿชท๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผฏ๏ผจ๏ผฐ๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฅ๏ผด ๏ผซ๏ผก๏ผต๏ผฒ๐Ÿชท

โ—๐–ฌ๐—‹๐—Œ. ๐–ฃ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐—‡โ—

Just at 22, she carried the calm like her precious jewellary. ย 5'4", but hard to forget with her lowered eyes, and the soft sound of her jhanjhars and bangles.

Most of the time, ย a nosepin resting on her noseย that caught the sun like a secret. And her green eyes? They spoke everything she could never.

With a light brown complexion kissed by the sun of Punjab, Roohpreet lived in the village of Ranjhgarh, a village where everyone knew everyone and someone always knew too much.ย 

In a strict, powerful household, she moved like a whisper. But behind her stillness lived a girl with music in her heart, and dreams waiting to be heard.

"Tenu har gal dasange
Ankhaa ch vasa ke maahiya
Tere naal hi hasange"

๐Ÿชท๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผช๏ผฅ๏ผฅ๏ผด ๏ผณ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผจ ๏ผค๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผฌ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๐Ÿชท

โ—๐–ฒ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—‹ ๐–ฉ๐—‚โ—

At 28, Paramjeet Singh Dhillon carried pride draped with his turban, quiet but strong.

With deep brown eyes and skin touched by London's rains and Punjab's sun, he stood tall at 6'3", hard to forget once seen.

A silver kada circled his wrist, a small piece of home he never let go.

Once a young CEO in London, now a man whose next steps were starting to shake Punjab's politics. In every step, there was patience, and in his stillness, a quiet kind of power.ย 

"Darda han kite tenu kho na devaan soniye,
Jad matha chumdi hai
Meri jaan jaan vich aave
Meriye sardarniye"

๐Ÿชท๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผฏ๏ผจ ๏ผธ ๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผญ๐Ÿชท

แƒฆย She was everything he wasn't meant to touch.
And he...
He became the secret she was punished for loving.ย แƒฆ

โœง.*๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผณโœง.*

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžคSlow burn

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžคForbidden romance

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžคLove at first sight

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžคHe fell first and harder

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžคProtective Male lead

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hello my dear readers!
Firstly, thank you for stumbling upon this story. I am so glad that you're here. This book is a piece of my imagination with a whole lot of drama and emotions.ย 

While this story is fictional, the feelings are real. If you laughed, cried, or screamed at a character, I consider that a job well done.

Please remember: respect the story, the effort, and the time that went into writing this.ย 

And lastly, if this book made your day even 1% better, I'd love to hear from you. Your words are the magic that keeps me writing. (And please do press the star button just as you open the next chapter!)

With love,
Shreeย 

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LET'S DIVE FURTHER INTO HER SARDAR<3.

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