ʜɪs ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ
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Ongoing, First published Apr 10, 2024
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳... 
         
       .•♫•♬•character sneak peak•♬•♫•.
  
|Rajvansh rathore|
    𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰 𝗰𝘂𝘇,𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀..
 
|Akriti kapoor|
     𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀..... 
      
         𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤.
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Eight years had passed since A'ishah left Maxine behind, her heart heavy with regret. Now back in the Philippines, A'ishah has transformed herself, emerging as a sharp, fearless lawyer from London. But her first night out in the city collided with fate in a way she hadn't expected. In the dim light of a bustling bar, she spotted Maxine, her Maxine, now a hardened detective with a steely gaze and a heart as cold as the gun at her hip. She barely acknowledged A'ishah, her tone clipped, her eyes guarded. Any trace of the warmth they'd once shared was buried under layers of detachment, leaving A'ishah's heart hollow yet yearning. But as cases forced them to cross paths, the tension simmered between them, sparkling embers of a love neither could bury. Now, as shadows from their past creep back, A'ishah and Maxine must confront their buried feelings and survive a danger that's closer than they think. Blood-soaked letters surfaced, each message more chilling, with threats that tied directly to the painful memories they'd tried to forget.