โ โโ โโ โ โโ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ-๐-๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ช๐ง๐๐ฆ๐: ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ด... ห เผโก ๐ชท๐ช๐ช๐ฆขโ๏ฝกห โ "๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง. ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง, ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ค." In the soulful lanes of Banaras, where every ghat has a story and every silence holds a song, she arrives - Meher, a girl with dusky skin, haunting eyes, and a heart stitched together after too many storms. Her past isn't a story she shares - it lingers in her silences, in the way she flinches at tenderness, and the way she guards her smile like a secret. He is Revaan - a reclusive writer known by a pen name '๐๐ค๐ฌ', whose words touch thousands but who himself stays untouched by love. Until he sees her. A fleeting glance near the ghats turns into endless observation, and soon, words pour from his soul that are meant only for her - healing poems and love letters left anonymously in places only she visits. When circumstances tie them together in a marriage of convenience, she's unaware that the man she's living with is the very voice she's fallen for - the poet who gave her hope on her darkest nights.





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