Am I Too Late ?

Am I Too Late ?

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OhmNanon AU💚❤️ "Am I too late Now ?? " " My world is always you, My Sunshine. But Am I too late Now ? " . . . Destiny is always be the game changer . And sometimes we are left with no choices rather than accepting it. But if something turns out to be your biggest fault and if there is no way to fix it. What will you do? Regret will be your best enemy if you are late to see the reality. In love regret is always present whether you will find it or will not is your choice. Choose wise.....Love will not come Twice. It only happens in a fairy tale... Because Real love happens once.... Only once.... With only one person... This is the reality of Love. . . . . . . ⚠️ Warnings⚠️ Angst Mature content Hurt Violence One side love B×B 🔻Read at your own risk. Because this is Full of Emotional rollercoasters at the same time die hard love story. 🔻Not a Fairy tale, This is reality .
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Bangkok gleams with glass towers and hidden knives-where ambition dresses in silk, power trades in silence, and history is rewritten in boardrooms before it ever reaches the streets. In this city, where every truth wears a polished mask, he arrived unnoticed. Polite. Articulate. Forgettable-unless you were looking too closely. No one asked who he was. No one questioned why he was there. And that was exactly what he wanted. He moved like a whisper through corridors of influence, wearing calm like armor and anonymity like a crown. Every smile was calculated, every silence curated, every error intentional. He wasn't here to climb. He was here to "unmake". But then came the one man who always sees. Cold. Beautiful. Dangerous in the way quiet storms are. A man who doesn't play the game, because he built the board. He doesn't speak often, but when he does, cities shift. Their paths were never supposed to cross. But when they did, it wasn't fate. It was strategy. Two minds. One board. Too many secrets. And only one endgame. In a city of masks and mirrors, one question echoes louder than ambition- Who's playing whom?

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