WHISPERS OF HIS DESIRE

"This is not happening. We're not meant to be together. Do you even realize it?"
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"You don't realize it yet, but you are mine, honey. Every breath you take, every step you make, I am there, watching, waiting."

"I don't love you, honey. I desire you, obsess over you, yearn for you. I'm fighting demons in my mind and preventing myself from killing anyone who even dares to breathe near you other than me. So, be grateful "

"What more effect you can have on me when I'm crawling towards you for touch, begging for a mere glance and crying for your love? For the world, I might be a prince but to you, I'm a slave, wishing to be tied to you forever even if it takes a lifetime"
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It all began when Kayal, a woman of the twenty-first century, finds herself inexplicably transmigrated into the mystic world of her favourite novel. But much to her surprise, she is not the female lead nor a pivotal character but a mere wallflower, a quiet spectator with a deep yet buried passion.

What would happen if the delicate balance in the story slips away when she becomes the object of desire and love for the villain of the novel who happens to be the crown prince?

~dazzlerxshasha

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