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Simran looked at him—this man who could fight the world but was terrified of scratching her with his callousness. She took his hand and placed it on her cheek, leaning into his palm.

He didn't shout. He didn't threaten. He simply moved. He grabbed the man by the collar of his expensive shirt and lifted him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. The music stopped. The friends fell silent. jatt romantic

Their love was not born in a café or over text messages. It was born in the rhythm of the harvest. Simran looked at him—this man who could fight

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