~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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His eyes, a storm of endless rage, Our love a war, our hearts the cage. "Touch her," he snarls, "and you will fall," A mafia king who answers the call.
We burn with hate, yet something stirs, A twisted pull that never blurs. In hate, we thrive, in hate, we cling, Yet he would die to keep me kinged.
So I stand, trapped in his embrace, A love born dark, no time to waste. In every glance, in every fight, He keeps me close, his heart alight.
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The next day dawned with a dull, grey light that mirrored my mood as I arrived at his office. The atmosphere was as uninspiring and stiflingly silent as he was—a colourless space filled with sterile furniture and the faint aroma of stale coffee. I made my way to the manager, my heart sinking, knowing I had to face him.
“Avni, right? Sir is calling you,” the manager announced, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at my unfortunate fate. Reluctantly, I approached his cabin, where he was already waiting, his expression as stern as ever.
“You are late,” he remarked flatly, his voice dripping with annoyance.
“So you’re going to fire me for that?” I shot back, an edge of defiance in my tone.
“No, I’ll make you resign from your job soon,” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips that made my skin crawl.
“Dream on,” I retorted, my irritation flaring. “From now on, you are my PA,” he declared, and I felt a jolt of shock rush through me.
“I’m a Master’s architecture student in California! You can’t just make me your assistant,” I said, my voice tinged with anger.
“Then tell my father you don't want to work with me.” With a casual confidence, he stood up, picking up the phone on his desk, his presence looming over me as he pushed me against the table.
His touch sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, a mix of frustration and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“I can’t tell that to your father. He’s a great man, and I refuse to break his heart,” I managed to say, pushing him away with a sense of urgency.
