CHANDRIKA~His deadly idiosyncrasy
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Publikasi terakhir Jum, Mei 30, 2025
The moment I saw her , I felt like I've never seen a pair of eyes so mysterious like it holds the amount of darkness and mystery in them.
It was wide but with anger not with fear, I felt that maybe she's not the fragile priestess she pretends to be.
Those eyes have the rage of a royal.
Is she really Kaya or someone else?
"Who are you?"
"Kaya"
"Don't lie, I know you're not a priestess , tell me who are you?!"
And boom! She pushed me and raised the dragger to stab me right away while screaming.
"Yes I'm not a priestess, I'm ANAMIKA! your nightmare King ISHANT RAGHUVANSHI !"
Cooming soon
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