R U D R A N S H
I leaned back against the car, shades covering half my face, watching the endless goodbyes stretch out at the doorway of Jha Nivas. Everyone was hugging, thanking, promising to meet again in a week.
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๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฏ๐ STANDALONE NOVEL! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .ใปใ.ใปใโญใป.ใปโซใปใใปใ. 18+ readers. Mature content.
BOOK 2 in ๐ป๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐ ๐ฑ ๐๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ง "๐๐ก๐ก...๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฅ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .ใปใ.ใปใโญใป.ใปโซใปใใปใ. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little rebel- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. ๐ฏ๐๐งโก๏ฎฉูจู๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจูโก๏ฎฉูจู๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจู๐ฏ๐๐งโก 18+ content. Mature language!
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