The Burning Moth

The Burning Moth

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She believes the truth can change the world. He is the truth the world is afraid of. Alizey Siddiqui is a journalism student who still believes corruption can be exposed and justice can win. Mumbai's violence unsettles her... but it also fuels her determination to dig deeper, ask harder questions, and chase stories others are too afraid to touch. Ibrahim Faizan is everything the world sees as harmless... a reckless billionaire's second son, addicted to speed, betting, and danger. What no one knows is that he is the invisible hand behind Mumbai's most powerful syndicate. A genius. A psycho. A man whose face and crimes exist only in whispers. When their paths collide, Alizey unknowingly steps into a world built on blood, secrets, and absolute control. And Ibrahim, a man who has never been challenged by conscience or emotion, finds himself dangerously drawn to the one woman who threatens his carefully constructed shadows. In a city where power decides who lives and who disappears, truth becomes the most dangerous weapon of all... and love may be the deadliest risk.
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