Life doesnโt pause for anyoneโnot for heartbreak, not for grief. No matter how shattered you feel, the world keeps spinning, indifferent to your pain. And so, you have to keep moving, too.
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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.
๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐๐จโฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ฏ๐ท๐ช ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ, ๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅโ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ต, ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฅ. ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐บ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐ธ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ๐ขโ๐ด ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณโ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ. ๐๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต, ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ: ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆโ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด. ๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด, ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ. ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ณ๐ช๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ท๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ดโ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
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.
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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