𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
Sorry for the late update even when I told you I would update earlier but believe me thst was the earliest i could update.
Some people were asking again and again what kind of 'work' I've that i can't write.
So let me answer you.
My mother is ill (uterus problem) and I've to manage the household as the eldest child, then I've enrolled myself in some courses which were expensive to begin with now can't leave them, and they are vital for my goals as well so at no condition I can let go of them, then after hours of studies I've to make projects as well after each lesson.
and there's an scholarship exam I've to give as well whose syllabus is entirely different too.
So yeah that's what I've been up to.
I cut my sleep to write the chapter for you
So make sure to enjoy and comment.
The next chapter will depend on your engagement.
I didn't put any target the previous chapter and there were almost no engagement!!!
I'm writing for you even though many have dropped their book because of their works and career, and ofcourse because I love writing as well
So can't you just vote or comment??!
Does it require money of your? No right.
It's not like you're still testing the story, if you're here then it means you're liking it, then why the heck not vote or comment?
Someone who doesn't vote or support the author not only me, I've seen several authors suffering from this, they are not getting what they desire.
So sorry but someone who doesn't vote even if they are engaged with someone's story doesn't deserve to curse or ask the author 'update soon' or 'when will you update'
It's the right of the true reader, which I've only few, but still I write with my soul for them.
Love you darlings.💖
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The air between them crackled with tension, thick and intoxicating.
"Ahat dete toh aap bhaag jati aur aaj aapko chhodne ka koi iraada nahi hai hamara," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement, yet carrying a promise that sent shivers down her spine.
(If I had made a sound, you would have run away. And today, I have no intention of letting you go)
Shanaya’s breath hitched at the weight of his words. Danger. That’s all she could hear in his tone, a warning wrapped in a silky temptation. Her instinct screamed at her to run, to escape the storm she had unknowingly provoked in him. But before she could even attempt to move, he placed his hand which had a gun on her stomach making her still
