Nair Series
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π“π°π’π¬π­πžπ π‘πžππžπ¦π©π­π’π¨π§ [𝐕𝐨π₯.-𝟏 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀-𝟐] by SableVesper
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[Nair Series: Volume-1; Book-2] "Forgive me, Hazel." That's what Krishav Nair, the man with an ego big enough to make gods insecure, had said, kneeling before the woman he called his wife. The woman he broke. The woman he worshipped. The woman he would kill and die for in the same breath. "How will I forgive myself for loving you?" That's what Shravanya Nair had answered, because this was no longer about forgiving him. It was about the foolishness of going back to the man who had murdered her soul, simply because her heart still craved the one holding the knife. But Krishav Nair wasn't stopping here. He was ready to kneel before gods he never believed in, bargain with devils he once outsmarted, and burn the very world he ruled-if that was the price to win her back. Because he believed Shravanya Nair was the prayer, and Krishav Nair was the only answer. Only, this won't be easy. If his ego could make gods bow, then her self-respect could make destiny itself kneel. And as they inch closer to each other, step by step, shadow by shadow, someone else is watching. Someone who plays God far too well. The closer they come to healing, the closer they walk to ruin. Who is it?
π“π°π’π¬π­πžπ π‹π¨π²πšπ₯𝐭𝐲 [𝐕𝐨π₯.-𝟏 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀-𝟏] βœ“ by SableVesper
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[Nair Series: Volume-1; Book-1] Love made them reckless. Secrets made them enemies. Krishav Nair built his life from nothing. She was the only thing he ever chose without calculation. Shravanya Menon was his future. Until she disappeared. She left. That's what he was told. She killed their child. That's what the evidence said. Krishav Nair believed it. He buried his love. He cultivated his hate. He survived. Until the woman who ruined him returned... as his wife. The evidence hasn't changed. Neither has the ache. She says she never left. She says she never killed anyone. She says he was lied to. Now Krishav stands between two truths. One written in records, signatures, and silence. The other standing in front of him, wearing his name. If she's innocent, he failed her. If she's guilty, he loved a lie. And love, once loyalty, has now become a verdict. #Reader discretion advised: explores trauma, loss, and ethically dark relationships. #