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A stray cat nudged her hand gently. Softly, like the universe sending a silent wave of care to a forgotten soul.
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“Still one month to your wedding? More than enough time to make you mine.” She said that -in front of my guests, my soon-to-be fiancée and the date projector flashing our wedding countdown. The moment froze. Her words… still echo in my mind. “Doctor Sahiba came and woke up the harmony of obsession in me - one I never even knew existed,” my lips whispered in the silence of my office. ------------------------------------------- Reyant Sindhu - 29, India’s most desired bachelor. CEO of MÓR Enterprises. Sharp. Cold. Disciplined. Untouchable. A man too perfect, too clean, too calculated. Trilokya Nain - 26, house surgeon. Sweet. Soft-spoken. Composed. The kind of woman who minds her own world and doesn’t chase storms. But are either of them truly what they seem? Or are they both hiding behind layers of masks? One came for revenge. The other is slowly slipping into obsession. When silence holds secrets, And obsession meets revenge - Who survives?
Indian Historical fiction romance •~• ~Pearl Loyalty Trilogy: Book ONE~ ~✧*。 Ismiara Deviya - Eldest princess of Premanjali Nagri. Born on an eclipsed moon night, in a land built on love, she is the omen. Her firsts were never innocent: her birth stole the midwife’s breath, her first step withered a garden, her first word turned rivers into rage. Across kingdoms, they call her the Cursed Lotus. And on a moonless night, her final echo awakens a curse of its own - inside the heart of a man not meant to bleed. King Aressan Dravion - Ruler of Kaalraanika Bhumi, sworn enemy of her land, bearer of a lotus birthmark etched between life and death, fed by power, now starving for a sound. Her last echo - not a name, not a face, just a breath wrapped in silence — became the only string tied to his soul. Now, he brings bloodlines to ruin, not for glory,but for the hope of hearing her sword once more. Will she ever be found? Will she ever be free? Will she ever receive...a letter from obsession? “Chn...Chn...Chn...” ~°｡♡Happy Reading.｡*♡
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