Bound By Fate Divided By Distance

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Summary

💥 "They met in the ring. But it was fate that threw the first punch." Tara Roy has always fought her battles alone- raised on rhythm and rage, with fire in her fists and dancing in her soul. A Bharatanatyam dancer turned boxer, she trains like she's chasing ghosts. Her mother died giving her life. Her father... took his own. And yet, she rises-every single time. Across the border, Kartik Sehgal wears scars behind suits and silence. He runs his father's legacy, fights for a future he can never fully trust, and loves like it's war. When he meets Tara at a pond, sparks fly, egos clash-and so do fists. But what begins as rivalry becomes obsession. What begins as a meet... becomes a story neither of them expected to fight for. Thrown into a world of media frenzy, Olympic dreams, late-night phone calls, bruised knuckles, and buried trauma, Tara and Kartik must face what haunts them most: family, love, and the fear of not being enough. "This isn't just a boxing story. It's a love letter to pain, passion, and the people who teach us how to fight back." 💬 Readers say: "This story feels like being punched in the heart... and I keep coming back for more." 📍If you're looking for a story that mixes love, legacy, boxing, and breakdowns, this is it. Once you enter Tara and Kartik's ring, you won't leave untouched.

Genre
Romance
Author
Hope Lune
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
88
Rating
5.0 2 reviews
Age Rating
16+

From my Heart to yours

🌙✨ Have you ever been loved so gently it felt like healing?

Or maybe… have you ever loved someone so wildly, it tore you apart just to hold them close?

If you have… then welcome home.

If you haven’t… maybe this story will show you what it feels like.

🕊️

Hi. I’m Hope Lune—and this story?

It’s not just a book. It’s a beating heart stitched into words.

It’s my first ever novel. My first brave step into a world where pain becomes poetry, and two broken people learn to fight for something more than medals and memories—they learn to fight for love.


💌 From the deepest corners of my soul—thank you for being here.

Thank you for choosing this story when you could’ve chosen anything else.

Thank you for giving two fictional souls—Tara Roy and Kartik Sehgal—a place to live in your imagination.

I promise you this: every chapter, every scene, every line has been written with nothing less than everything I had.


🌸 English isn’t my first language.

And writing this wasn’t easy. There were nights I doubted every sentence… mornings I wanted to give up.

But I didn’t. Because this story refused to stay silent.

So if you find small flaws—let them be proof that I’m learning, growing, and still giving you the truest version of myself.

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If you’re here for love, grief, legacy, longing, Olympic dreams, family mess, healing kisses, broken fists, found homes, and that

one person who changes everything—

✨This is the story for you.

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🌟 A gentle request, wrapped in stardust:


📍This is my original work. Every sentence, every name, every ache—it all belongs to me.

Please don’t copy, repost, translate, or share this story anywhere without permission.

Not on Wattpad, not on Pinterest, not even your WhatsApp group chats. Let’s be kind. Let’s be fair. Let’s create safely.

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And finally… to the people who come here only to critique instead of connect:

🚪The exit door is right over there.

Go find something else to judge.

But if you're here to feel something, if you're ready to lose sleep for fictional lovers, if you're here to fall hard and heal harder—

Then darling, welcome to my story.

You're exactly where you're meant to be.

With all my heart,

Hope Lune 🤍

The sky wrote it. I just translated.