VEIL OF SHADOWS

VEIL OF SHADOWS

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She was wronged. Her parents were killed. She is determined to cover the truth behind their death and bring them justice. He is a successful businessman, raised in a conservative family. Patriarchy and biased discrimination run in his family. Their story began with an arrangement- a marriage forged under false pretenses. She is strong-willed and ready to fight the world. He is old-school and always adheres to the rules set before him. In a world where shadows concealed the truth and love fought against the darkness, their story was about to unfold-a tale of mystery, passion, and the relentless pursuit of justice. (Its an Indian story, written in English.)
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