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नूर-ए-क़मर
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Complete, First published Jan 03, 2024
Mature
She always thought men are like fictional characters. She was closed in the four walls always in order to save herself. But one day,  a Sultan finally caught her eyes and she fell for him instantly. 

The Sultan was known for his rude and merciless personality but she was unaware of it. She got married to him but he always kept her in self- deception.  She thought he loved her but he didn't. He acted. And then she realised her didn't love her. 

And when he realised he loved her a lot, it was too late for him.

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This is my first time writing a book and I'll be using not so high vocabulary so that everyone can understand it easily. 

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Shridhya : Labyrinth of Destiny

4 parts Ongoing

She lifted her hand to look at that holy thread around her wrist, the tinkling of her bangles now changed into rattling of Iron chains . Her hands were shaking because of those bruises she became too weak to lift that weight . She blankly stared at that thread while her mind kept wandering in the memories of that special personwhich bring a smile on her lips but more than happiness it has a scursum. She looked up at the sound of appoarching footsteps and suddenly cold dungeon began to burn . His inner rage is enough to turn everything to ash . Their eyes anchor each other's gaze . He takes some calculative steps and squats down in front of her . Tucking her hair strand behind ear he grasped her face staring at her gorgeous features which turn pale he asked in soft voice " Are you ok ? " She gerked her face away from his touch . He immediately holds her cheeks between his index finger and thumb digging them harshly in her soft skin , he made her to look at him demands harshly vibrating in rage " Who are you ? " She chuckled while looking down before dazzing in his eyes . Her face became red and a fire starts buring in her orbs . She leans forward and mutters over his lips "𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐯 𝐡𝐚𝐢..... 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦 " " I am that scar to your soul...... Who gets salt or ointment " she graze his lips with her and continue " 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 " " You will be in pain " ✷✷✷✷✷✷✷✷ This is my first time writing a story , so I hope you all will ignore my mistake . I don't want to hurt anyone this is just my wild imagination which I am trying to put in words . If you find it boring or confusing then I'll suggest you to read it until the tenth chapter I am sure you get your interest . I promised