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Amaira picked up her phone, its soft ringtone breaking the stillness of her room. She placed it against her ear and began walking down the stairs, her voice gentle. “Yes, Bhaiyya?”
𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
"If I lose something valuable, what would you do?" Tara asked. "If I can replace it, I will. But if not, I'll hug the life out of you and make up for the loss with extra love." "What if I annoy you?" "I'll bear with you," he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "What if I make a mistake?" she pressed. "I'll scold you... but while holding you close to me, so you know I'm not really upset." "What if I act like a brat?" Shivansh's eyes softened. "Then I'll pamper you even more, until you're too spoiled to stay mad." Tara laughed, and it was a sound that brought warmth to his chest. "And what if I just keep blabbering on like this?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Then, just like now, I'll keep listening to you," he said, and there was a depth in his voice that made her heart skip a beat. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. "I need a mother-in-law who's down for coffee dates and a father-in-law I can gossip with for hours. And let's not forget-I want his brothers and sisters to join me for some serious shopping sprees. Fuck this 'My man should only love me,' If I'm doing this, I want a family that treats me like their daughter, not just a daughter-in-law!" ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. "Do you always have to shoulder everything alone, Vansh?" "I'm the eldest. It's my responsibility, Tara." ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. He thought he could handle everything on his own until she walked into his life and showed him what it means to lean on someone. Their love is a gentle breeze in a world full of chaos. Join them in their tale of finding comfort, acceptance, and the beautiful mess of family.
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