~Book #1 of destiny's tussle series
𝐀𝐕𝐍𝐈 𝐗 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 ❤️🔥
Two souls. One connection. One destiny.
Avni and Krish couldn't be more different. Their worlds, their personalities-complete opposites. Yet, bound by something unexplainable, they fin...
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*Under the moon, where shadows creep, I claim your soul, where secrets sleep. With every breath, with every sigh, You are mine, no need to ask why.
Fingers trace, possessive, cold, In my embrace, you’ll never grow old. The world may break, the stars may fall, But you'll remain mine through it all.*
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Avni's voice broke through the air, laced with warmth and undeniable affection as she spoke of Armaan.
"He holds a special place in my heart," she declared, her gaze drifting between the two of us with a soft smile that danced on her lips. It was a sentiment that struck a chord deep within me, a reminder of the bond we shared.
The office walls may have separated us by title, but in her eyes, Armaan stood as more than a colleague; he was a partner, a confidant who listened to her heart in a way that felt almost sacred.
Yet, as I absorbed her words, a tumult of emotions swirled within me. I was painfully aware of the turmoil my actions had caused her. My intentions, I believed, were noble, driven by a fierce desire to protect her. But the reality was stark: the thought of losing her was a weight I could hardly bear.
She was no longer just the girl I craved; she had become the very essence of what I needed in my life.
The past two years had felt like an unending prison, each moment devoid of her light, a suffocating absence that left me restless. The idea of seeing her with someone else ignited a primal rage within me.
I chuckled darkly at the thought—“I’ll break his neck,” I muttered under my breath, a fleeting thought fueled by jealousy and desperation. Just then, Armaan's voice cut through my dark musings with a jovial tone,
“Okay, but at least I’m special to you…” The laughter that followed hung thick in the air, a stark contrast to my simmering frustration. Avni’s smile brightened, but it only deepened the frown creasing my brow.
