Authors End Note

It's finally completed. Hope you enjoyed this journey reading about DAKSH & RADHIKA as much as I enjoyed writing about it. Thank you to every single reader and voter who liked the story and made it to the end. I cannot even begin to express my gratitude to you all. Your love and support have been my constant motivation to write this.

And your comments are something that I wake up every day. I have been smiling and laughing after reading them. I undoubtedly loved them. Please keep commenting on my stories❤️

And for readers who did not find some DAKSHIKA interactions healthy please do not loathe on Daksh & Radhika. They tried to tackle the situation according to their circumstances and emotional baggage. And please do not forget the story is from the early 21st century i.e. 2000s. So there are certain things, emotions, practices and habits that were not very common 24 years ago like they are now in the present times. People reacted differently back then to things that are pretty common now.

Maybe this time I'll try to write better and thoughtfully. I learnt a lot while writing my first story DAKSHIKA. And I'm planning to write about characters and descriptions better than this.

All I ask for is your support and love❤️

Feel free to ask if you are curious about anything!

Are you excited about the new series? When should I announce it?

Thankyou Loveyou❤️❤️

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TEJNA

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. (Careful when you walk, My arms won't be there always to shield you) There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. (I do not even need them) He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. (Do not fall in love with me while falling in my arms) "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. (Never) I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

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