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✨_____Samyra Sharma_____✨
If it is for you then I can wait a little longer.
25 years Old-Ceo Of Lumira Cosmetics.
She is a vision of grace and beauty, captivating those around her with her serene presence and warm smile. Raised in a close-knit family, she has always been the heart of her home, showering her loved ones with boundless affection and care.
At first glance, Samyra seems like an introvert, quietly observing the world around her and preferring the comfort of her own thoughts. However, once she opens her heart, she transforms into an outgoing and lively spirit.
With her close friends and family, her true nature shines through—she is vivacious, full of life, and always ready to share a laugh or lend a sympathetic ear. Her ability to connect deeply with those she loves makes her a cherished companion, one who brings light and joy to every relationship.
And maybe… that’s why she feels everything a little too deeply. 💔
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✨_____Riyan Sehgal______✨
You are the home I never knew I needed.
26 years Old-Runs his family business of real estate. Ceo of Sehgal Entreprises.
He walks in with a quiet authority....calm, composed, a little distant. People call it attitude, maybe even arrogance, but they don’t see the weight he carries so effortlessly. Riyan Sehgal is the kind of person who doesn’t speak much, yet his presence says everything.
He isn’t rude… just not soft for everyone. For his people, he’s gentle, caring, and silently protective—the one who shows up without being asked. Love, for him, isn’t loud, it’s steady and real.
A middle child-responsible, understanding, yet often misunderstood. He feels deeply, just doesn’t let it show easily. And maybe that’s why… not everyone gets him, but the ones who do, never forget him.
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✨ Couple Aesthetics ✨
~*Dedication*~
𝓣𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂, 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮.
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TROPES:
⚪ SECRET CRUSH
⚪ HIDDEN FEELINGS
⚪ FIRST LOVE
⚪ CEO X CEO
⚪ SHE FELL FIRST, HE FELL HARDER
⚪ MISUNDERSTANDINGS
⚪ RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIME
⚪ SECOND CHANCE
⚪ DESTINY AT ITS BEST
⚪ SLOW BURN
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~Samyra x Riyan~
"Who am I to you, Samyra?" he asked, his voice low, trembling, as his hands gently gripped my arms. His eyes searched mine with a desperation that shattered something inside me.
A single tear escaped before I could stop it. I looked away, my heart aching with all the words I had buried for too long. I stepped back, gently pushing him, not to reject him, but to find my breath.
Then I closed my eyes, let the storm inside me settle... and opened them again.
With quiet resolve, I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him tightly, as if I could hold time still.
"You are my wish, Riyan," I whispered against his shoulder. "Yes... you are the wish I once believed would remain forever unfulfilled. But you're not just my incomplete dream, you're my second chance. My miracle. My gift from God."
I slowly stepped back, my hands lingering on his chest before I met his gaze again.
"What should I say to you? What do I even call you?" I said, voice trembling. "My wish? My second chance? My blessing? I don't know. All I know is this, Mr. Riyan Sehgal... you are precious to me. So damn precious. You are the one I cherish beyond everything else in this world."
I cupped his face in my palms, my thumbs brushing his cheeks like a prayer.
"You have no idea," I said softly, fiercely, "how long I've waited to say this. So don't you dare interrupt me."
Then, without hesitation, I took a step back and slowly fell to my knees, the weight of my emotions pulling me down in the purest surrender.
Looking up at him with a heart that had belonged to him for seven years, I breathed, "I love you, Riyan... I love you with everything I have. I love you, my Mr. Mesmerizing Eyes. I've loved you since the very first day we met, even before I knew what love truly meant. Seven years have passed... and still, my heart beats for you like it did on day one."
And without a word, he knelt beside me, his arms wrapping around me in an embrace so soft, so certain, it felt like a promise made in silence.
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~Ahaan x Mrunal~
"Why me, Mrunal? Why is it always me? Am I that bad? Tell me... do I not deserve to be loved? First, it was my parents... and now it's Samyra. Why am I always the one left heartbroken? Why didn't they choose me?" he said in anger, punching the wall and leaving Mrunal stunned in place.
She said it was him. Only him from the start... From the start, my foot. Where was he during these seven years? Where was he when she lost her parents? When she was broken. When she had nightmares. When she was suffering from panic attacks. Where the hell was he? He wasn't here. He never was.
It was me. I was the one who was there with her, by her side, all these years. Can't she see? Is she blind or what? Can't she see that it was me who was with her all these years, not that Riyan?
"I loved her with all my heart, Mrunal. I love her so much. I can't bear to see her with anyone else. I have to do something. I cannot lose her. She is my Sunflower. She is mine. No one can take her away from me. I am not going to let this happen. I will not just sit and watch my love walk away with someone else. No, I will not," Ahaan said, dropping to his knees, sobbing and crying.
Mrunal also knelt down, hugged him, and said, "I will not tell you to stop crying. I will not say that you have to be strong. I won't because I know. I know how you are feeling right now. I know better than anyone. But Ahaan, remember, you once told me that we can't force anyone to love us back, right? Similarly, we can't claim something that doesn't belong to us.
Samyra doesn't belong to you, Ahaan.
She belongs to him. She loves him, and she will always choose him, no matter what."
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