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ππ‘π π°ππ¬ π‘π’π¬ ππ¨π«ππ’ππππ§ π₯π¨π―π. ππ π°ππ¬ π‘ππ« π π«πππππ¬π ππ«ππ πππ². **** π¨ππ ππππ ππ ππππ, π³ππ πππ πππππ π ππππππππ. π©ππ ππππ πππ πππππ πππππππ, π³ππ ππ πππππ. πππ ππππ πππ πππππ πππππ πππ, πΎπ ππππ ππππππ ππ πππ πππππππ. **** ππππ«π πππ’ππ‘ππ§π has everything she could ever want in life. Except him. πππ― πππ‘π«π Her brother's best friend. The one man she loves with all her heart, and the one man she could never fully have. Because, while she was devoted to him, he was devoted to his revenge. And when the midnight struck, πͺπππ ππππππ πππ ππππ πππππππππππ--- ππ πππ πππ ππππππ πππ πππ ππππ. But this is not a story of Meera's devotion. This is not a story of Dev's revenge. This is just a simple story of Love. Love that went against the bounds of rationality. And how the world punished them for it. Because the question never was, if they loved enough. The question was always, if they were ready to lose everything in the process. And they did. Every last bit of it. **** βIf I have him then I have everything. If I don't have him, I have nothing.β βBhul jao mujhe. I can never be yours.β
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