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PREM BANDHAN

Story

PREM BANDHAN

✨PREM BANDHAN ✨ Vaidehi Rathore is loud, sarcastic, rebellious and far more capable than anyone gives her credit for. A good student with paint-stained hands, she speaks most honestly through colours, not words. Her world is devotion, paint love and kindness. Born into discipline and duty, she carries within her the grace of classical dance — a legacy she inherited from her mother. ------------------------------------------ He is everything she is not. ----------------------------------------- Dhruv Malhotra is steady, calm, and precise. A topper, a football forward, a boy shaped by logic and restraint. Emotionally distant,almost untouched except where she is concerned. Their love does not arrive like a storm. It settles slowly, quietly like something that was always meant to be. This is not a story of loud confessions or reckless romance. It is about devotion that grows in silence care that shows up without being asked and madness that learns how to stay. A bond that feels less like burden and more like choice & remembrance. ---------------------------------------- “Prem…prem hai hame aapse…bohot sara prem jaise aap Ram swaroop shiv bhakt hai waise hi mai aapki bhakt ban gayi!” She said holding the hem of his jacket, with tears glistening in her eyes, not falling, not yet ----------------------------------------- But their story does not stand alone. Around them, other hearts find their own way to love best friends who slowly realise they were always meant for more two opposites locked in constant conflict until love forces them to soften a quiet attraction that neither dares to name, a bond born from loss, understanding, and shared healing Each side story carries a different shade of love chaotic, patient, hesitant,or healing all weaving into the same truth love is never just one thing PREM BANDHAN is a highschool love story inspired by divine love where fire meets steadiness, where devotion does not erase self, and where love becomes a bond, not a claim.

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