Together by fate
The priest asked softly,
"Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?"
He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it.
Then he whisper,
"Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..."
His voice carried devotion, not hesitation.
"Main uski ibadat karta hoon."
He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe.
"I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife."
For him, faith was not stone or scripture.
"My devotion begins with her..."
"...and ends with her."
๐ฉ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ตร๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ถ
โฆโขโโโฟTropes โฟโโโขโฆ
CEO ร Employee
Grumpyร Sunshine
Forced marriage
slow burn
hate to love
desi ร videshi
Untouched male and female
He fell first but both fell harder
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