I held his gaze for a second longerโฆ and then pulled back. โI think this is not the right time,โ I said quietly. โWe will try some other time.โ
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๐๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ. ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐-๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐. ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ... ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐. ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐-๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค, ๐๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ-๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฅ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ, ๐๐ง๐ฏ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก. โโโโเญจเงโโโโ ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ง... ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ?
This book is part of a trilogy and is not a standalone!!
A story where pride starts the war, revenge fuels it, and love becomes the only way out.
He was the kind of man you donโt meet twice in one lifetimeโbecause once is enough to break you. Vivian Singhania walked into my world like a storm disguised as salvation. He spoke in truths that felt like lies, touched like sin, and looked at me like I was something worth burning for. And I believed him. Every word. Every promise. Every illusion. Until I realized love with him was never about peace. It was about power. About obsession. About who would survive the fire first. Now the ashes are all thatโs leftโhis name still carved somewhere between my ribs, his shadow still whispering in every silence I try to fill. I tell myself I donโt love him anymore. But every time I breathe, I remember the truthโyou can escape a man, but never the version of yourself that loved him.
๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฃ๐๐ believes control is survival. Every choice she makes is calculated. Every emotion restrained. Every exit planned in advance. So when she enters a marriage designed to end, she thinks sheโs finally done something right. ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฃ๐๐ is calm where she is restless. Quiet where she is sharp. He agrees to rules that forbid love, promises a divorce that will set her freeโand never once asks her to stay. What begins as a contract turns into something far more dangerous: safety. As betrayal fractures Iraโs past and her family tightens its grip, the man she planned to leave becomes the only one who never tries to own her. And in that restraint lies a question she can no longer ignore. Was this marriage meant to endโฆor was it meant to teach her what staying really costs? A story about control, quiet devotion, and the kind of love that doesnโt chaseโit waits.
They came to kill a man. They left with his daughter. In the blood-soaked alleys of Budapest, four men who ruled the underworld by fearโLuca Moretti, the strategist with a conscience he buries deep. Nikolai Volkov, the enforcer whoโs known only violence since birth. Rafael Santos, the smooth-tongued charmer who hides guilt behind his smile. Elias Novak, the hacker who sees everything but feels nothing. One mission. One clean hit. Until a three-year-old girl walks out of the shadowsโฆ and sees it all. Now the killers are the protectorsโtrapped between the wrath of their own syndicates and the innocence of a child who shouldnโt have survived the night. She calls them monsters. They start to believe sheโs their redemption. But in a world where loyalty bleeds faster than love, and bullets speak louder than truthโ protecting her might just destroy the only family theyโve ever found.
She ruled the sky. He commanded the sea. But their hearts? Uncharted territory. Four years ago, Aisha Maddox walked away from the only man who ever made her feel grounded. Rhys Callahan was quiet strength, calculated calm, and hersโuntil one night shattered everything. She thought she saw the truth. He thought she was the one who'd never run. Neither were right. Now, Aisha is one of the Air Forceโs boldest fighter pilots, hiding heartache behind sharp maneuvers and sarcastic smiles. Rhys is a Navy Captain, colder, harder, and more unreadable than ever. When a joint military operation forces them back into each otherโs orbit, the sky isnโt the only thing on fire. He hasnโt forgiven her. She doesnโt know how to ask. But some stories donโt end. They just pauseโuntil fate presses play. In a world of discipline, duty, and dangerโฆ can love survive the turbulence?
๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
๐๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐. ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐, ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌโ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐๐. ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ฐ๐ง๐๐. ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ซ๐โ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐, ๐๐๐๐งโ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐โ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ. ๐๐จ๐ฐ? ๐โ๐ฆ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ก. ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ก๐จ. ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ. ๐๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง. ๐รญ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฅ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ. ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ. ๐๐ ๐๐๐งโ๐ญ. ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐โ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐โ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐โ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐. ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ง. ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ. ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฅ๐. ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐งโ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐, ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ. ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ.
In the ruthless world of power, wealth, and secrets, Ahana Malhotra is caught between two dangerous menโher ambitious and cold-hearted husband, Kiyan Malhotra, and his fiercest rival, the enigmatic and unyielding Arhaan Kozllov. Ahana, the perfect socialite and Kiyan's trophy wife, has spent years masking her pain behind a flawless smile. But one fateful rainy night changes everything when her car crashes into Arhaanโs. The collision sets off a chain of events that forces her to confront not only the cracks in her marriage but also her own long-buried fears and desires. Arhaan, known for his iron will and icy demeanor, never expected to cross paths with Ahana like this. As their lives become entangled, he finds himself torn between his thirst for vengeance against Kiyan and an inexplicable need to protect the woman who symbolizes everything he despisesโand yet, everything he cannot resist. And then thereโs Kiyanโcalculating, manipulative, and determined to maintain his empire at any cost. But as he starts to lose control over Ahana and realizes Arhaanโs growing influence over her, heโll stop at nothing to keep her by his sideโeven if it means waging a war that could destroy them all. In this electrifying tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, three lives collide in a high-stakes game where hearts are weapons, trust is a luxury, and the ultimate price is more than any of them ever bargained for.
"Why haven' t you eaten dinner?" Leo's voice was cold, his hand tightening around my waist. "I.." My breath hitched as he thrust into me again, harder this time, stealing my words. "Ah, L-Leo" I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. Before I could catch my breath, something soft pressed against my lips. A sandwich? "Eat, Eva," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "How....how can I eat like this?"' I gasped, my body trembling under his control. "You have to," he murmured darkly, his lips grazing my ear. "You'll need your strength to handle me." Without warning, he pushed deeper, his grip on my hips unrelenting. My body jerked in response, and my mouth opened instinctively. He took the opportunity to press the food against my lips again, his smirk evident in the way his eyes burned into mine.
I was never meant to belong in his world- A world where power is worshipped, blood is currency, and love is a weapon. Vivian Singhania. The name itself was enough to send men trembling. And yet, he chose me. Not out of love. But vengeance. Control. He stole me from everything I knew, then shattered what was left. He wore a crown of cruelty and kissed me like I was his salvation. One moment, he protected me like I was fragile glass. The next, he burned me down with the fire in his eyes. I should have run. I should have hated him. But how do you run from the only person who ever made you feel seen? How do you survive a man who owns your soul? I didn't fall in love with him. I fell into him. And I'm not sure I ever want to crawl back out. This is not a love story. This is the story of how love ruined me... ...and how he made the ruin beautiful.
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