The principal smiled warmly and addressed the doctors.
“It is our honour to welcome such brilliant specialists—a gynecologist and a sexologist. I am sure our girls will learn a great deal from you both.”

The principal smiled warmly and addressed the doctors.
“It is our honour to welcome such brilliant specialists—a gynecologist and a sexologist. I am sure our girls will learn a great deal from you both.”

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The fate tied by others made her suffocate. Being at the edge of a cliff for her death was far sweeter than being his Ibadaat. The rainy night when her parents tied her unscripted fate with an untamed beast—the beast who was the scriptwriter of her fate. Rajvardan Surya. The name of pride. They say she is his obsession, but for him, she is his Ibadaat, his pyaar. Ibadaat. A disguise in the name of Divya, who is disgusted by the man who is tied to her in the pure bond of marriage. Hiding away from him to protect herself from the untamed beast, she lands into his... He looked at her and said, "You are that kitten who does meow meow all the time. Imagine your meow meow converts into moans." Her cheeks crept with a blush, but her orbs held a rage to kill him. "And you are that dog who just barks and does nothing." He clenched his jaw, looked at her, and said, "That means you are indirectly saying that I am loyal." She kept the sword near his neck and said, "My heart is saying to just kill you mercilessly." He smirked and said, "Why don't you say, my queen, that you love me unconditionally?" Within a second, her sword was on her own neck. He smelled her back and said, "I love roses, my queen." Will his love ever be able to melt her coldness?



Forty wasn't supposed to feel like the beginning of a love story. Mrinal had long accepted that life wasn't a fairy tale. She had learned to put everyone else before herself, hiding her dreams behind responsibilities and silent sacrifices. Love was something she believed she had missed. Abhijit, a respected sexologist with a warm heart and an even gentler soul, had spent years helping others heal their relationships while quietly carrying the ache of his own unfinished love story. They were each other's first love. Separated by time, misunderstood by fate, and reunited after two decades, they discover that some hearts never truly move on. The years may have changed their faces, but they never changed the way they looked at one another. As old wounds reopen and forgotten promises return, Mrinal and Abhijit must decide whether love deserves a second chance or whether some stories are destined to remain unfinished. A heartfelt second-chance romance about growing older without growing apart, proving that true love doesn't fade with age it simply waits for the right moment to come home.

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