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Going hard on himself for the sake of his family was all he could do, and he did just that. However, in the beginning, there weren’t many students interested in learning self-defense. His first few earnings were meager; with the garage job and delivering newspapers, in total, he earned barely a few hundred rupees per week. Since Mahira was a premature baby, providing her with a specialized diet was important.<\/p>\n

Still, when Abhimanyu offered to help, he declined. Manav was initially wary of trusting anyone; trust was not something that came easily to him, given his past experiences with betrayal and false promises. He had been promised the heavens but shown hell, always having to give something in return. However, Abhimanyu’s consistent support gradually earned his trust.<\/p>\n

He paid for Mahira’s schooling, offered the Kapoor family a place to live in the Chauhan house, and provided Manav with a scholarship to continue his studies at the University. Despite Manav’s reluctance to accept anything, Abhimanyu also offered him a part-time job as a librarian at the college, which helped support his family and allowed him to pursue his education. Everything was the beginning of something new: new bonds, new friendship, and a future they had once thought impossible, as if fate itself was weaving their lives together to mend the broken pieces of their pasts.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Mahira looked at Abhimanyu’s retreating back, shocked that he walked away without giving her a chance to protest. That was unfair! She sat down, holding her head. The edge in Abhimanyu’s voice was enough for her to know that he had reached his breaking point, and she would end up in a deeper hole if she tried to play with fire even a bit. She dreaded her upcoming session with her Bhaiya but knew it was inevitable for now. She was so dead! OceanofPDF.com Chapter- 12 \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n

Mahira made her way toward Manav’s room.<\/p>\n

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Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. OceanofPDF.com Contents PROLOGUE CHAPTER- 1 CHAPTER- 2 CHAPTER- 3 CHAPTER- 4 CHAPTER- 5 CHAPTER- 6 CHAPTER- 7 CHAPTER- 8 CHAPTER- 9 CHAPTER- 10 CHAPTER-11 CHAPTER- 12 CHAPTER- 13 CHAPTER- 14 CHAPTER- 15 CHAPTER- 16 CHAPTER- 17 CHAPTER- 18 CHAPTER- 19 CHAPTER- 20 CHAPTER- 21 CHAPTER- 22 CHAPTER- 23 CHAPTER- 24 CHAPTER- 25 EPILOGUE OCEANOFPDF.COM Prologue \u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n

T he sun began to melt into the hills like a golden coin slipping beneath velvet folds, sky blushed with soft hues of gold and amber, painting the horizon in a warm glow. The breeze now cooler than the warmth of the day. Birds chirped their final songs before retreating to their nests. In the busy bustle of the city, there stood a two-story villa, Kapoor House, at the edge of the cozy outskirts of Mumbai, surrounded by nature and tranquility, nestled between the lush green hills with a flowing creek nearby.<\/p>\n

The exterior of the house looked fascinating, with ivy clinging to its stone walls. The windows glistened as the last rays of the sun danced on the panels, making them shimmer. The front yard was beautifully decorated; a garden filled with vibrant flowers, their fragrances wafting through the evening air. In the garden, where the surroundings bathed in the calmness of the evening, under the dim light above, Mahira Kapoor lay sprawled on the wooden swing, one leg dangling down and touching the grass beneath her as she swung gently.<\/p>\n

Her long dark hair cascaded around the bar, swaying in the breeze. Her face was etched with a frown as she scrolled through the tablet in her hand, reading her mother’s latest article, with earbobs in her ears playing a subtle melody in the background. The screen light illuminated and displayed an unreadable expression on her face; her brows frowned in concentration, while her hazel eyes were slightly glassy as she read in silence. The article her mother wrote stirred emotions in her heart that felt relatable.<\/p>\n

The words seemed so true that she wished to live in denial, despite knowing the truth she read on the screen.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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