MY SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE

MY SUBCONSCIOUS DESIRE

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In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.
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One wrong number. One voice. And suddenly, the man who had never believed in love found himself waiting for midnight-just to hear her breathe. He had no right to feel this, yet every word, every pause pulled him closer to the place he swore he would never go. Shivansh Desai. CEO. Stoic. Disciplined. Detached. A man of ice, armor, and silence-until her laughter melted everything he thought unshakable. Prisha Sharma. Sunshine wrapped in calm defiance. She never chased him. She never needed him. And yet, by some cruel twist of fate, she became the only place where his restless mind could rest. They never planned it. Never labeled it. But in the stolen hours of midnight calls, they became each other's secret. And then... she left. No warning. No goodbye. Just absence. He shattered quietly, hiding the cracks behind power and control. Years passed, empires rose, but nothing filled the hollow she left. Until fate returned her. Same face. Same voice. Different world. Her eyes carried guilt, her lips trembled with unspoken longing. And deep inside, she admitted- "I left... but my heart never stopped following you." He felt it too-the pull, the ache, the fury. "You vanished like I was nothing. I should hate you... but how do I stop craving the very thing that ruined me?" Two hearts, scarred by silence, bound by a love that never died. Maybe this time, love would be enough. Maybe fate would finally keep what it once stole.

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