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The Royal Chains

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Shahi Zanjeerain- the royal chains

"Inayat," his voice cut through the storm, dark and commanding. Ayaan Malik stood a few steps away, the weight of his name heavier than the rain around them. 


His presence was like a shadow she could never fully escape-dominant, suffocating, and yet inescapably entwined with hers.

She didn't turn to face him. "I'm not coming back." Her voice was calm, resolute.
Ayaan took a step closer, his eyes burning with an emotion he refused to name. "You don't walk away from the Maliks, Inayat. You never could."


A faint smile played on her lips, bitter and knowing. "Watch me."


Lightning split the sky, illuminating the tension between them-his clenched fists, her unwavering stance, the unspoken war that had raged for years. Ayaan had always expected submission, but Inayat had learned to fight in silence, her defiance woven into every breath she took.


"You think running away changes anything?" he asked, his voice softer now, laced with something that almost sounded like desperation.


Inayat turned then, meeting his gaze with a quiet fire that no storm could extinguish. "I'm not running, Ayaan. I'm choosing myself."All Rights Reserved

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