The locket still trembled in her palm long after the blood-red roses had been cleared from her desk. Gauri stared at the photo inside—the younger version of herself frozen in time, hair in braids, school uniform pressed neatly, smiling in front of a broken house that no longer existed.

They had found her.

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Raabta 2.0( A New Obsession)

“Veer and Mehar’s story may have come to an end… but has Rabta truly ended?” Perhaps not. Because some connections are not meant to fade—they linger, they echo, and sometimes… they are reborn. So, let us begin again. A new story. With new characters. With a legacy that refuses to die. He was their son. A boy who carried the innocence of Mehar in his eyes—soft, pure, almost deceivingly gentle. But beneath that calm surface lived Veer’s sharpness… his calculated mind, his dangerous instincts. He was not just a continuation of their story. He was something more. Something unpredictable. Vikrat Rathore. A name that would soon carve its own place in the world— not with ink alone… but perhaps with obsession. An obsession he would write himself— with his own hands… or, if fate demanded… with his own blood.

The WIDOW and the BEAST.

> Widows are meant to mourn. But I wanted to be ruined. He came the day after the funeral. Black sherwani. Gold cufflinks. Eyes so unreadable, I forgot how to breathe. He didn't offer condolences. He didn't speak my name. He only leaned down, placed a box of sindoor on the table... And whispered: > "Your husband owed me everything. Now, I'll take what's mine. You."

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> "Remove your dupatta." Meher blinked. "S-sir?" Veer leaned back in his chair, eyes dark as the monsoon sky. "You're here to design the most intimate space of my house, Miss Kapoor. I need to see how you handle discomfort." Her breath hitched. Her hands trembled as she loosened the end of her dupatta. His gaze never wavered - it devoured. She expected shame. But what she felt... was a flame. He stood up, walked to her, and whispered, "You interest me. That's dangerous for both of us." And in that moment, Meher knew-her life had just changed.

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Raabta 2.0( A New Obsession)

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The WIDOW and the BEAST.

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Sinful Rabta 🌶️

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