~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 shadowed streets, where power reigns, A king is bound by love and chains. His empire stands, but she’s his cost, A heart he fears he’ll soon have lost.
The world he built, so cold, so wide, Yet she’s the one he cannot hide. No bargain made, no pact to keep, For in her arms, his soul runs deep.
He’d burn it all, for just one kiss, A mafia king, afraid of this— A love that breaks, a love he’ll fight, For her, he’d shatter endless night.
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"Bhabhi, do you have any plans to come inside the house? When will you join us?" Vansh asked eagerly, his voice tinged with anticipation. I glanced over at Krish, who had been watching me intently.
He met my gaze, shaking his head with a gentle smile that encouraged me to move forward. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer, nudging the decorative pot aside, and made my way into the house.
"Now, let's proceed with the next ritual..." Vansh announced, Krish said cutting in just before Vansh could say anything more.
"Haan, let's head to the room now. Everyone, please make your way to your rooms and get some rest. Good night!" he said cheerfully, sweeping me off my feet in a classic bridal style.
My cheeks flushed with warmth from my shyness, a deep crimson hue creeping over my skin. I could hear the soft chuckles of those around us, trying to stifle their laughter.
"Hold on just a moment, brother," Abhimanyu interjected, his voice barely containing his amusement.
"After marriage, this isn't the only ritual we'll be going through; there are many more customs to follow." Krish then wrapped his arms around me gently, a tender embrace that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach before gracefully setting me down at my feet.
Both of us stood there, our faces burning with embarrassment, acutely aware of the playful glances and whispers surrounding us.
"Come on, both of you, sit here facing each other," Papa urged, leading us into the spacious hall. The room was bright and inviting, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and casting warm patterns on the floor.
