~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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In shadowsdeep, where secrets lie, A mafia king with fire in his eye. His love, a prisoner in his gaze, Caught in a maze of endless haze.
She dreams of freedom, soft and true, But he's the chains that bind her view. "Marry none," his voice a cold command, Her fate is sealed by his blood-stained hand.
A love that's fierce, a love that's wrong, But to his heart, she does belong. No other man will dare to claim— Her soul is his, forever aflame.
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AUTHOR POV:-
The clock ticked towards 11:30 PM, the hour when the world outside dimmed and shadows danced in the corners of her room. She sat hunched over her laptop, the glow of the screen illuminating her frustrated face.
The project loomed large, demanding completion as her mind spiraled into thoughts she wished to banish. Krish—his image burned in her mind, a haunting reminder of what she had lost. There he was, in her mind’s eye, entwined with another, their laughter echoing like a cruel taunt.
The jealousy gnawed at her; it was an unwelcome visitor, leaving her heart heavy with resentment. She resolved then, with a fierce determination, to accept any proposal that came her way—anything to break free from the invisible chains he had wrapped around her heart.
Yet, as she freshened up and stepped into the calming warmth of a shower, a question lingered: Why does he affect me so much? Why do I care? Surely, he was nothing to her—absolutely nothing. But those thoughts were soon interrupted by an unsettling twist of fate.
As she reached for her face cream, the tranquility of her moment shattered. A rough hand seized her wrist, twisting it painfully behind her. She looked up, her heart racing, to find a masked figure looming over her, a gun glinting ominously in the low light.
“Who the hell are you? How did you get inside?” she demanded, trying to project strength even as panic surged within her. His eyes, however, betrayed no hint of fear; they held a chilling confidence.
