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This novel contains explicit language, dark and psychological themes, as well as brutal and abusive language. It deals with intense and potentially disturbing content, including themes of mental health, trauma, sex and emotional turmoil.
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Jay, in his 20s, living in a small, unremarkable town in Guwahati, where every street corner reminds him of who he used to be. On the surface, his life seems ordinary-family in the background, days blending into one another-but beneath that quiet exterior, something is missing. Something important.
Jay can't shake the feeling of emptiness, of searching for something he can't name. Love, perhaps, or maybe it's the understanding of why his life unraveled the way it did. Memories of fleeting connections haunt him, and no matter how far he tries to move forward, the past clings to him.
As Jay drifts through the ruins of his life, he's torn between finding answers or accepting that some things are beyond understanding. But he knows one thing for sure-something, or someone, left a void that he's still trying to fill.
In 𝙄 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢, Jay's journey is one of self-discovery, confronting the mysteries of his past, and questioning the choices that led him here. With themes of love, loss, insecurity, and revenge, this is a story about what happens when the weight of the past refuses to let go.
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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