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Obsessed Hearts: A Tale of Twisted Devotion
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Ongoing, First published Jun 12, 2024
Eyes locked on you,  
A scorching fire in my heart,  
Bound by raw, untamed desire.
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In Zayn's tormented psyche, Priya transcends mere mortal allure. 

She is an obsession that drives him to the brink of madness, a puzzle he is resolved to unravel at any expense.

His psyche descends into darkness as passion twists into a consuming obsession.

Morality and restraint become irrelevant as Zayn gets fueled solely by his unyielding desire for Priya.

In this dark romance, boundaries blur and sanity fades, leaving behind a tale where love turns sinister, and Zayn's relentless pursuit threatens to consume both him and the object of his dangerous fixation.
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My breath caught as his grip tightened around my arm, his touch bordering on pain. "Let me go, Zayn. Please..."

Zayn's eyes darkened with desperation, growled like an animal. "I love the way my name sounds on your lips. Fuck, I could never ever let you go. Never fucking ever." 

I feel goosbumps arise in my arms, "You're trapped, Priya. You're far from home, in a place where everyone knows who holds the power-I'm the face of the mafia here. There's no way out for you."

My fear surged as I processed his words: he was the face of the mafia. I struggled against his hold, realizing the depth of his madness. His relentless grip and wild eyes sent a chill through my soul, a chilling reminder of love twisted into a terrifying obsession.
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