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EnChAnTiNg -DuBaI CaLL GiRlS- 0501780622 PaSsIoNaTe PaKiStAnI JlT DuBaI
“I lost you once. I’ll burn the world before I lose you again.”
Arjun Malhotra – the man who owns half of Dubai’s skyline and every secret that comes with it.
Seven years ago, one girl walked out of his life and took his heart with her.
Alya Khan – the same girl, now living in the most expensive penthouse in Dubai Marina… under someone else’s name.
One sunset.
One accidental meeting on JBR beach.
One heartbeat that never learned to forget.
He says: “You were mine then. You’re mine now.”
She whispers: “It’s too late, Arjun.”
But when it comes to love, even time learns to kneel.
A heartbreakingly beautiful second-chance romance set against the glittering lights of Dubai – from the skyscrapers of Sheikh Zayed Road to the quiet sands of Palm Jumeirah.
A story about two souls who were always meant to find their way back to each other… no matter how far they ran.
Full Book (shortened for chat – real 45k-word PDF available on request)
Chapter 1 – The First Glance Again
The sun was melting into the Persian Gulf when Alya stepped onto JBR beach barefoot, the hem of her white cotton dress brushing the waves.
She came here every evening to feel something other than emptiness.
She never expected to feel him.
He stood twenty feet away, taller than memory, dressed in a black shirt rolled to the elbows, the same silver watch glinting on his wrist.
Arjun Malhotra.
The name she had tried to erase for seven years.
Their eyes locked.
The world went silent. No gulls, no children laughing, no music from the cafés.
Just the crash of his heartbeat inside her chest.
“Alya,” he said, and the way he said it, like a prayer and a curse at the same time, made her knees weak.
She turned to run.
He caught her wrist before she could take the first step.
“Don’t,” he whispered. “Not again.”
Chapter 11 – The Proposal at Burj Park
The fountain show had just ended. Thousands of lights danced on the water, reflecting the tallest building in the world.
Arjun went down on one knee right there, in front of tourists, cameras, and the entire city.
The ring was the same one he had bought seven years ago in Mumbai.
The one she had never seen because she left before he could propose.
“Alya Khan,” he said, voice shaking for the first time in his life, “marry me. Not because we’re perfect. But because we’re perfectly broken together.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded.
“Yes,” she laughed through the tears. “A thousand times yes.”
He slipped the ring on her finger, stood up, and kissed her like the world was ending and beginning at the same time.
Epilogue – One Year Later
Palm Jumeirah, Frond villa, sunset.
She stood on the terrace in his white shirt, hair flying in the wind.
He walked up behind her, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder.
“Still think it was too late?” he murmured against her ear.
She turned in his arms, smiling the smile that belonged only to him.
“Never,” she whispered. “You were always my home. I just took the long way back.”
He kissed her as the sky turned gold and pink and every shade of forever.
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