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HER SARDAR

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HER SARDAR

๐•พ๐–๐–Š ๐–“๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–— ๐–‡๐–Š๐–‘๐–Ž๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–‰ ๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–‘๐–”๐–›๐–Š ๐–š๐–“๐–™๐–Ž๐–‘ ๐–˜๐–๐–Š ๐–’๐–Š๐–™- โ„๐”ผโ„ ๐•Š๐”ธโ„๐”ป๐”ธโ„ โ˜†.๏ฝก.:* ส€แดแดสœแด˜ส€แด‡แด‡แด› x แด˜แด€ส€แด€แดแดŠแด‡แด‡แด› โ‹† หš๏ฝกโ‹†เญจเญงหš โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ— TROPES: โœงSlow burn โœงForbidden romance โœงLove at first sight โœงHe fell first and harder โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ— ๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ก๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐Š๐š๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐›๐ž๐ฒ. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. ๐๐š๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก ๐ƒ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฒ. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ—โ—‹โ— ๐™‚๐™‡๐™„๐™ˆ๐™‹๐™Ž๐™€: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Samajhte kya hai khud ko? Neta hai toh har jagah apni hi chalayenge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot se, karlo aap bhi." I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Main yaha soungi. Hatiye." "Hata kar dikhaiye." Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘๐‘ก" he muttered.

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