Mumbai
For the past half hour, Naintara and Ekansh had been inside an antique shop. She had wandered through every corner, touching, inspecting, and pretending to be intrigued by the artifacts. But the pendant sitting right in front of her, locked behind the glass, remained ignoredโdeliberately.
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๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐๐ก๐ข ๐ฑ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ! โง.* ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ โง.* This is the tale of Devansh Agnihotri and Parinidhi Verma. Devansh orchestrated a forced marriage with Parinidhi to avenge his sister's suffering. What started as a forced union appeared to blossom into a happy marriage. But is it truly a happily ever after? Not quite yet. As each character guards their own secrets and dark truths, the story takes unexpected turns. To uncover these mysteries and reveal the concealed truths, delve into the pages of 'Her Nightmare.' Was he truly her nightmare, or does the tale hold deeper, untold secrets? ***** It's a standalone novel! This book contains content intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
โง.* ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โง.* For three years, Saisha Roy had been receiving mysterious recordings. Therapy sessions of a stranger. A man consumed by obsession, his voice dripping with madness as he spiraled deeper into his own darkness. She called him Mr. Psycho. It was harmless. Just recordings. Just a voice from a country far across the world. Until the last one arrived. Until she realized they were meant for her. And the man behind them was not just some voice lost in the dark. He was Rayan Martรญnez. A powerful businessman. Unhinged. Destructive. A man who had spent three years searching for someone, his obsession so consuming that therapy was the only thing keeping him from losing control. And now, he had found her. She swore to kill him before he could take everything from her. But fate had other plans. The only person who promised to help her destroy him was the man she had saved. A stranger with no past. No memories. Yet, every time she looked into his emerald-green eyes and heard his deep voice, she was dragged back to those recordings. The way he spoke. The way his words wrapped around her like a noose. It was too familiar. Had she saved a stranger or unknowingly let the devil himself into her home?
โง.* ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ฐ๐จ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โง.* They were never meant to cross paths. But when they did, it rewrote the rules of hatred, desire... and destruction. Ayra Mehrotra had everything - wealth, privilege and a last name that could buy her out of any consequence. Born with a silver spoon and an untamed temper, she never questioned the cost of her actions. Mistakes were just part of the game... until one of them crashed into the wrong man. She thought she was punishing a monster. She didn't realize she was waking one. Adrian Martinez was more than the ruthless heir to the Martinez empire. He was power, precision and an obsession with staying on top. But Ayra's betrayal didn't just hurt his name - it ruined him. One move, and the king of New York's corporate world plummeted from number one to eight. He wasn't just broken. He was humiliated. And she was the reason. And Adrian Martinez doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. He builds cages. Now she has two choices: surrender to six months under his control or watch him dismantle everything she has left. But what begins with a gun pressed to her lips and a contract she can't refuse slowly morphs into something far more twisted. Because in his world, power is addictive. And in hers... survival has never come with a higher cost. Enemies on paper. Addicted in silence. Bound by the very damage they tried to escape. In the end, it isn't hate that ruins them. It's everything that comes after.
โง.* ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โง.* WIP
โง.* ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ก๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โง.* WIP
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