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ððððððð à ððððð Û« × â§ Divisha Mittal:- Divisha is a soft-spoken, innocent girl shaped by loss and loneliness. Mistreatment at home taught her to hide her pain behind quiet strength. She never imagined her life would be pulled into secrets, danger, and a forced marriage she cannot escape. Û« × â§ Daksh Rai Singhania:- Daksh is powerful, intense, and feared. Haunted by grief and blinded by revenge, he forces Divisha into a marriage driven by misunderstanding. Cold on the surface yet burning inside, he sees her as both a threat and the one weakness he cannot ignore. â± Û« × â§ . . â± Û« × â§ ðð ð°ðð§ððð ððš ðð«ððð€ ð¡ðð«, ðð® ð«ð®ð¢ð§ ð¡ðð« - ðð®ð ð¬ðšðŠðð¡ðšð°, ð¬ð¡ð ðððððŠð ðð¡ð ðšð§ð¥ð² ðð¡ð¢ð§ð ð¡ð ððšð®ð¥ðð§'ð ððð¬ðð«ðšð². ðð ððšð§ð¯ð¢ð§ððð ð¡ð¢ðŠð¬ðð¥ð ð¡ð ð¡ðððð ð¡ðð«,ðð¡ð®ð ð¡ððð ð¬ð¡ðšð®ð¥ðð§'ð ðððð¥ ð¥ð¢ð€ð ð¡ð®ð§ð ðð«, ð¥ð¢ð€ð ðšðð¬ðð¬ð¬ð¢ðšð§, ð¥ð¢ð€ð ð ðð¢ð«ð ððšð§ð¬ð®ðŠð¢ð§ð ð¡ð¢ðŠ. ðð§ ðð¡ð ðð§ð, ðð ððð¥ð¥ ððšð« ð¡ðð« ðð®ð ð¬ð¡ð ðð®ð«ð§ð¬ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ðððð ðð§ð ðð«ððð€ ð¡ð¢ðŠ. Û« × â§ But what will happen after years when they collide with each other again? Will they forget their past and start a new beginning? Will she forgive him, or will their story end in sadness?
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She argued like it was a sport. He flirted like losing was part of the game. The worst part? Everytime she got mad, he fell a little harder.
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