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Game of Fate

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Parts 32
Time 2h 43m

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"where is she? " he asked in nothing but calm voice as soon as he stepped in.

" Talking about another women, on our wedding night isn't something right to do Mr.singhania"  I whispered lifting my veil

Enjoying the way his eyes turned cold seeing my face
 
" like what you see , afterall we are same aren't we? " I said walking towards him in unhurried steps

" you too wanted her for this face " i whispered in his ear

when he grapped my neck , pushing me towards the wall , his eyes looking blood red as his nails peirch my skin.

marking the start of our wedding in red.

__________________________

Sameera rathore , born and breed princess of rathore family , she lacks nothing yet everything , she is a girl who makes everyone kneel .

Vansh singhania , a man who was born to rule , what happens when they clash .

unaware to the fate that unit them , their past is interwined so is the future. 

when Vansh's new wife turns out to be Sameera instead of his love and to make matter worse sameera is the girl his brother loves.

In a game of fate , hate , blood, betrayal, and power 

CAN THE RIGHT PERSON GIVE YOU RIGHT LOVE AT WRONG TIME....?All Rights Reserved

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The Vicious Love Of Royals (Politically Royal Love Collection Novella BOOK)

3 brothers, 3 women and 3 stories The vicious love of royals is a combination of 1 family and 3 vicious romances 1. THE VICIOUS BET Daharthya Rajput, the Maharaja Sahab, ruler of Vardhgarh, the holder of immense power. This was his identity, one that everyone know of, but was it all a man of no manner had to offer? He was a bad man, no privation. A ludicrous person no repudiation. But what if even a bad man got themself a love story? A love story with another, bad woman. Ahilya Rajadi belonged to a renowned family in Gujrat. Did she know that her one statement and her attitude to Raja Sahab of Vardhgarh, Rajasthan have a consequence so treacherous? Did she know that she will win over a bet in a chess game? 2. THE VICIOUS RESCUE The man has the eyes of a devil. This is what a woman said when they met their gaze with bade hukum of Vardhgarh. They called him dangerous just because he looked like one. But are words truly justification for someone's real self? Ekvarthya might be a man with devil's eyes, but he was also a man with lord's heart. And when the eyes of the devil and the heart of the lord find a girl suffering under an epicure man. Will he save her like a deity or tear the world apart like a demon? Jinitya suffered and never complained, and prayed for faith but her questions were asked by the Satan of hell rather the god of heaven. 3. THE VICIOUS DEALER Samaira was promised to his brother, destined to be married to Daharthya, she was out of reach, the person he was never supposed to see, at least not with the eyes of what he first saw her. It was all boundaries, one that should never cross. But luck is always in favour of a man who deserves it. And Jasvanthya did. The chote hukum of Vardhgarh was affected by dreams of a girl he knew he could never have, but now she was there in his bed. Next to him. As his wife. And yet he can't touch her. Not look at her. How come being next to her, she is still unreachable as she was ever?