I Wish I had not wished!

I Wish I had not wished!

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"I wish, I was born a Muslim " Aadheesh cried painfully as he spat blood and removed the dagger from his stomach. His childhood crush Aazma was his lover and his soon to be wife. Their families belonged to rival religions but they both shared a good relationship. He had spent more than half his childhood in the arms of Aazma's mother, as if she were his mother. Unaware of who stabbed him, He wished his Aazma was beside him to bring him back to life... The night turned colder, like his blood. Four years after Aadheesh's death, Aazma was diagnosed with a rare mental disorder which was in it's final stage. She had not cried when she heard the news of Aadheesh's death. The sudden shock and suppression had lead to damage in her brain which was not prominent, until it reached the final stage! They both secretly prayed and wished. Their wishes were granted but they regret it. what is the reason of the disappointment? Read to know further, the cross starred lovers and the story of their lives.
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Book #1 in Sinful Series RUDRANSHxAADHYA "Do you know what I do with traitors?" His voice was hard but shaky, like he was barely holding back his rage. I shook my head, fear gripping me as I tried to stay still. His lips twisted into a cruel smile, amusement mixed with malice. "I make them regret it," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. The knife hovered near my throat. My heart raced, each beat echoing my terror. I didn't dare move or breathe as his eyes searched mine for any hint of defiance. "But since you're mine, and I can't hurt you," he continued, his voice calm despite the heat of his breath, "I'll go after the one who dared to touch what's mine. He won't see the next sunrise." Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. A cold chill ran through me as his tone turned deadly. "I'll make him suffer," he promised darkly. "He'll beg for mercy, but by the end, he'll wish he never even looked at you." His lips brushed mine as he whispered, sending dread coursing through me. "And when it's done, you'll know how far I'll go to protect what's mine." I looked into his eyes, the horror of what was coming sinking in. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The storm was coming, and it would leave only destruction behind. Join Rudransh and Aadhya on their rollercoaster ride, where betrayal and mistrust threaten to tear them apart at every turn. In a world where loyalty is fleeting and the line between love and hate blurs, they must navigate the dark shadows of their pasts and the dangerous forces that conspire against them.

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