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  • His One And Only by _delulu_wrts_
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    Avyaan Rathore Yaduvanshi Avyaan Rathore Yaduvanshi the cold-blooded,ruthless king by crown:regal, composed, politically untouchable,Speaks few words. When he does, they become law. Mafia by night - feared by all, except her.she-his Gudiya, the one person who could ruin or redeem him. Aadhira Avyaan Rathore Yaduvanshi Aadhira Avyaan Rathore Yaduvanshi Graceful on the outside, emotionally impenetrable inside.Everyone thinks she's delicate, powerless, sheltered.she is the mafia that even avyaan can't reach.What they don't know? She's the eyes and ears of the palace, the only one who can walk into Avyaan's war meetings... and walk out without scars.His Gudiya
  • THE NOISE OF THE HEART  by author_malik
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    She was four years old when she was found-alone, silent, and unnamed-left at the gates of an orphanage with no past to claim her. At five, she was given something rare and fragile: a home. A warm family who taught her laughter, safety, and what it meant to belong. But love, for her, was never meant to last. At twelve, tragedy took everything from her again. What remained was a girl who learned to survive by feeling less. By speaking less. By building quiet walls no one could cross. She grew into someone composed, distant-untouchable in ways even she didn't fully understand. Now, at nineteen, her life shifts in a way she never expected. She finds herself surrounded by people who are not strangers... yet not quite family or friends either. There's something unfamiliar in the way they see her-something warmer, something that lingers. Something like love. But love, to her, has always come with an ending. So the question isn't whether she can feel-it's whether she'll allow herself to be seen. To be known. To speak the emotions she buried long ago. Because sometimes, the hardest thing isn't surviving loss- It's choosing to open your heart again.