Book Two of The Cost of Outrunning Fate βββ§βββββββ§ββ Not all thrones are made of gold. Some are built from grit and ghosts. βββ§βββββββ§ββ π΅πππ ππππππ ππ πππππ, ππ ππππ ππππ π ππππππ π²ππ ππππππ πππ ππππ πππ, πππππ πππππππ ππ ππππ ββββββββ β¦ ββββββββ Vivaan Thaakur was never the one they looked at. He learned early how to stay unseen-how to earn worth through discipline, how to exist beside Aaryan without resentment. And every time Vivaan reached the top, Niya Sharma was already there. She didn't compete. She simply was-brilliant, composed, inevitable. To the world, perfection. To Vivaan, an unbreakable wall. Until she saw him. Rivalry turned into reverence. Ambition into surrender. Vivaan loved her quietly, like a prayer that asks for nothing. She became his goddess. He became devotion. But faith can fracture. And one mistake-the only one he was never meant to make-destroyed the temple he built for her. A story of rivals turned worship and devotion that asks only one question: πΎπππ πππππ ππ ππππππ, π πππ π πππππππ πππππ π ππππππ πππππ? ββββββββ β¦ ββββββββ "If you didn't exist, I'd have everything I ever wanted."- Vivaan "Your brother was given a throne. But you? You have the power to build an empire. That's the difference. One that screams not 'Thaakur Dynamics'-but Vivaan Thaakur."- Niya
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