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Whispers of Heart

Whispers of Heart

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img 17 Chapters
img Furqan Jahangir
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"In a world where secrets drift like whispers on the wind, two strangers cross paths under circumstances neither can explain, bound by an invisible force that pulses between them like an echo from another lifetime. When their eyes first meet, it's as though time stops-a fleeting moment that awakens a connection buried deep within their souls. But as they're drawn closer, the whispers grow louder, revealing fragments of forgotten memories and truths long hidden in the shadows. Together, they're pulled into a labyrinth of destiny, where every choice feels like a thread in a delicate tapestry woven by fate itself. Mysterious forces seem determined to keep them apart, secrets threaten to shatter fragile trust, and the line between love and danger blurs with each passing day. Amid swirling emotions, betrayal, and glimpses of a past life intertwined with the present, they must decide if following the whispers of their hearts is worth the risks-or if surrendering to fear is safer than embracing a love powerful enough to rewrite everything they've ever known. In a story woven with passion, suspense, and the lingering echoes of forgotten promises, Whispers of the Heart explores whether two souls destined for each other can defy the shadows that seek to tear them apart-and whether the softest whispers might hold the key to the fiercest truths

Chapter 1 A Chance Encounter

Lena Carter hated rain.

Not the gentle, misty kind that made bookshop windows fog up in a dreamy haze-no, she could tolerate that. It was the angry, pounding rain she despised, the sort that hammered rooftops like furious drums, soaked through coats in seconds, and ruined leather-bound books left too close to an open door. The kind that had just sent a harried, dripping-wet man crashing into her quiet little bookstore like a disoriented hurricane, scattering droplets everywhere as he came in.

The bell above the door jingled violently as he stumbled inside, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, rain streaming down his face and dripping onto the wooden floor. His expensive-looking coat clung to him in a soggy mess, water pooling at his feet. He blinked rainwater from his lashes, struggling to catch his breath, his gaze locking onto hers with an almost comical look of desperation and mild embarrassment.

"Please tell me you sell umbrellas," he said, his voice rough and edged with both hope and awkwardness.

Lena arched a brow, clutching the first edition of Wuthering Heights she'd been shelving a little tighter against her chest. "This is a bookstore," she replied dryly, "not a weather supply shop."

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