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Aakarshika was the dying embers of a fading fire, dissolving into oblivion until her hand is promised to the sovereign of Dwarka. Righteous fury shrouds her soul, wine hued ire cloaking her virtuous mind.
The trials of her life have weighed her down with burdening shackles that she bears on her heart, but the charming man with a mischievous smile just might be her saviour.
But when has Aakarshika ever needed a man to shield her from her distress?
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