The story of DEVIKA, a young woman who haunts her enemies by tearing their soul apart, but haunted by her secrets. She could never imagine that love could reach her breaking through the darkness around her. But when it succeeds, she has to answer the ultimate question - Can love truly conquer all, or are some shadows too dark to ever be lifted?
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The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the abandoned mansion that stood silent and foreboding in the darkness. Ivy climbed the crumbling walls, weaving intricate patterns that seemed to whisper secrets of bygone eras to those who dared to listen.
In the heart of the mansion, amidst the shadows that danced with the flickering candlelight, stood Devika. Her silhouette was a haunting figure against the backdrop of the moonlit room, her eyes betraying a depth of emotion that seemed to defy words.
As Devika gazed out of the dusty window, her thoughts drifted to the past, to the memories that lingered like ghosts in the corridors of her mind. She could still feel the echoes of laughter and the warmth of embraces long forgotten, but now shrouded in darkness.
With a heavy sigh, Devika turned away from the window, her heart heavy with the weight of her own secrets and regrets. But as she took a tentative step forward, a voice pierced the silence, sending shivers down her spine.
"Devika," it whispered, a mere breath on the edge of her consciousness. "You cannot hide from me forever."
Devika froze, her pulse quickening with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She knew that voice, knew the power it held over her fragile heart. And as the shadows closed in around her, she knew that the past was about to catch up with her in ways she could never have imagined.
Crowned Heart Series Book One
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"BUT I DON'T FUCK LIARS AMOUR."
"I AM NOT A LIAR-R." Her deranged sob reverberates through the hall, making my heart ache with agony. I hate her, I hate her... I chanted the words as a reminder, till they reached the deep part of my heart.
"STOP." Her faint voice full of desperation trailed after me until I ran away from her, just like she did, 4 years ago. But instead of satisfaction, all I am feeling is pain.
Why the hell I can't leave her, just like she did?
WHY?
She loves to lurk behind shadows. He is the connoisseur of the heed.
AADIT PRATAP SINGH
I should fantasise about the black silky hair wrapped around my fist while my cock thrust inside the girl I am getting married to but all I can think about are the wild curls spread on my sheets as I praise the little hellion who stole my sanity four years back. My wife.
Or I would say, my runaway bride.
I never get to see how beautiful she is, all I remember is her wild curls running to her waist. Maybe she was not real. But if she is, she better stay hidden because once I find her, there is no going back. She will pay for her mistakes and beg me to take and leave her at the same time.
Keep running Amour and wish I never catch you.
ANAYA is a surprise.
And AADIT PRATAP SINGH hates surprises.
"Sparks will rekindle, Distance will dwindle. Will the deranged hearts reckon themselves?"
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