©Aaryanagar...
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 39m
Ongoing, First published Jan 05
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The most powerful empire of it's time is a cobweb of politics and decite. 

Where poors are oppressed and exploited by those who were supposed to protect them. 

Where the identities are mere names and the real faces are cunning than ever. 

In between this entire facade, an inseparable friendship is at stake. 

Will the duo of the two bodies one soul be able to overcome the obstacles or the evil politics of the cunning world will be able to wipe out their saga forever...

(New Version of Aaryanagar aka DharamVeer is out now!)

Started writing- 6th January 2024
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