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Enamor

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Parts 9
Time 1h 51m

Reads 193
Votes 27
Parts 9
Time 1h 51m

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Four men made a special promise to each other, linked by a magical amulet said to have great power. This amulet is at the heart of their bond and is believed to be able to change their destinies. The title of that promise is "the Sanguine pact".



Haider emerged from the shadows, as he got even closer to her, his tall frame cloaked in darkness. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held a storm of conflicting emotions. Saadia's breath hitched as she recognized the man who had haunted her dreams-the man who had confessed his love to her, his voice trembling with raw intensity.
"Saadia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. "I never wanted it to come to this."
She took a step back, her anklets jingling like distant bells. 
What is he going to do?
"You will have to marry me" His gaze bore into hers,
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "I was promised to another. You knew this, how dare you enter my house, leave, RIGHT NOW" she yelled.
He closed the distance between them, that she create moments ago, his fingers brushing against the edge of her veil. "And yet, when I confessed my love, you didn't turn me away. Your eyes-they betrayed you, Saadia. They held the same fire that burned within me."
Her heart raced. "I don't understand."

 Before she could apprehend Haider had already seized her wrist, pulling her out of the room toward the stairs. His strength surprised her; he carried her on his shoulders as if she weighed nothing. Saadia's pleas fell on deaf ears. She had fought, clawing at his grip, hitting his back but he was unyielding. The world outside blurred as he carried her away from her home, away from Edan, away from everything she held dear.

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Started on 10th-april-2023All Rights Reserved

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Book 2 ── .✦ (Not a Standalone) "Mere paas aur koi rasta nahi tha" Ardian finally responded, the weight of his own guilt pushing through. "Unhone... unhone mujhe aapki qasam di thi, Eshal. Mai kaise woh tod sakta tha?" "Toh kya woh qasam unki zindagi se zyada ahm thi?" she demanded, voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. She took a step forward and shoved him-hard. "Kya woh qasam itni ahm thi ki mai unke saath hie na hoti agar kuch ho jata?" Another shove, more forceful this time. Her chest heaved, eyes glistening with tears that refused to fall. "Kya woh qasam itni ahm thi ki mai unhein alvida bhi na keh pati?" She pushed him again, almost stumbling herself. Then came the storm. She slammed her fists onto his chest, not out of anger, but out of desperation. Pain. Grief. Betrayal. "Aap mere saath aisa kaise kar sakte hai?" she cried, each word torn from her soul as she kept hitting him-again, and again, and again. He just stood there, letting every blow land, letting her anger pour out of her like a dam breaking. And when she finally stopped, her shoulders shaking with sobs-he gently reached forward and took her hands in his. He began massaging them softly. His touch was featherlight. Tender. Like she was the one who'd been wounded. Not him. She yanked her hands back as if his touch burned her. Shoved him gently, voice hoarse. "Dhoor rahein." He took a small step back, pain flickering in his eyes. "Mai aap par bharosa karna seekh rahi thi," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Lekin ab... ab mai nahi kar sakti. Aap woh shakhs nahi hein jispar mai bharosa kar sakoon." The words hit like bullets. Something behind his eyes cracked, months of trust and softness they had built reduced to rubble with just one sentence.