Ashes of Silk

Ashes of Silk

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She's the heiress with diamond edges and a heart locked in steel. He's the charming nobody hiding a vendetta sharp enough to cut through bloodlines. Sasha Agrawal was born into privilege, wrapped in silk and silence. Delhi's most feared and envied socialite, she's untouchable on the outside, but no one sees the shadows she drowns in. Behind the arrogance lies a girl shattered by the very family that parades her like a trophy. She doesn't trust. She doesn't feel. She only survives. Rudra Shyam Reddy knows the Agrawals like the back of his hand. He's spent years smiling at their dinners, laughing with their son, and making himself invisible to the one girl he hates most. But his reasons run deeper than anyone knows, and when the time comes, he plans to take them all down... Piece by piece. Until Sasha starts looking back. What begins as a game of control spirals into something far more dangerous. Because hate burns, but desire burns deeper. And in the wreckage between them, secrets fester... and revenge waits with a kiss. In a world built on lies, loyalty is a weapon. And love? Love is the deadliest betrayal of all.
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Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

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