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As they continued to chat, the topic shifted to the ICC Cricket World Cup.
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๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ ~ ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ |๐๐+|
๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐. ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ค (๐๐+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available โจโจ
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