His Solace , Her Devotion

His Solace , Her Devotion

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Dedication : To all the girls out there who're looking for a men who loves in the day and fucks at the night with the same passion.... Divya...., A girl who is like a butterfly. Free spirited, indipendent,lovely and pretty butterfly with her beautiful wings splattered with all the beautiful colours of her dreams and emotions. A lovely bubbly girl with the motive to live her life to the fullest. She doesn't want any regrets in life. Life isn't about going to lively happy places,meeting smiling people,living peacefully. Life is about exploring everything ,every emotion ,every feeling ,every place. Anger, love, empathy, sadness, happiness, just everything. Apnon ko duniya bana lena zindagi nahi hai. Duniya ko apna bana lena zindagi hai. And just like a butterfly she's delegate. She cannot tolerate violence For her, violence is not an answer, it's a question. And the answer is NO. Reyansh...., A man of his words,always gets what he wants. Violence is his first language. Talking is his second. His anger is so intense. What happens when he meets our free spirited butterfly 🦋 Divya. And fell in love? With love comes attachments , obsession , posession , responsibility , respect. Will love change him? Or he will bind her freedom? Cuff her?bind her?tie her?break her? Will he change with time? You know why bonds break...?? Because as you spend time with them. It was beautiful at first.but as time passes. They starts to annoy you , dehydrate you , suffocate you , Suffocate you to the point you wanna break free from them. They feels like the cuffs that binds your freedom. That binds you. They feels like the walls of the prison that makes you feel nothing but imprisonment. And then in the end you try to break free from them. But when you can't. And when they just won't let you go. When they enjoy your bird cage and love seeing you flapping and fluttering in the cage. You just suffocate with them. And get stuck in the cage of love. Come along the journey to find out.👀
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Anbu is not the kind of man who asks for power-he takes it. A mafia boss feared across Tamil Nadu, he's the kind of legend whispered in fear, the kind of man who ends you before you plead. At 34, he's not rich, not royal-but his wrath is worth empires. Raised in a village that hated him, abused and cast aside, he crawled out of hell alone and built his kingdom with nothing but a gun and scars. He doesn't forgive. He doesn't flinch. And love? It has no place in a world that never gave him any. Raatri Malhotra is the storm behind silence. At just 26, she wears her ADGP badge like a dagger tucked in silk-elegant, lethal, unshaken. Born into privilege, trained in precision, and haunted by the things she can't speak of, she doesn't chase justice. She hunts it. She's not just the law-she's the executioner hiding behind soft smiles and civil words. She plays the long game, and when the time comes, she never misses. "She wasn't born of the sun. She was carved from the night-velvet, vicious, and untouchable." He was everything she vowed to destroy. She was everything he never thought he could love. In a world where power corrupts and love consumes, some stories aren't written in ink. They're written in blood. Their love was not a fairytale-it was a massacre in slow motion. It wasn't built on trust. It was carved through betrayal, laced with blood and bound by need. He loved her like a curse-possessive, raw, unrelenting. She loved him like a loaded gun-cold, dangerous, and pointed straight at the world. Together, they didn't fix each other. They didn't change each other. They bled, broke, and burned-until the pain didn't taste like poison anymore. He became her war, and she became his only peace. And in a world where betrayal came easier than breath, they were violently, painfully loyal-until the very end. She would lie for him. He would kill for her. Because when monsters love, they don't hold hands. They hold hearts in clenched fists-and protect them like territory.

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