You're my Sparkler
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Última publicación mar, ago 12, 2025
Meet Pranitha and Rudra-two completely different individuals, brought together by an accident and bound by unexpected circumstances.
"I once thought you were my sparkler, someone who would light up my whole life.
But you turned out to be the eclipse that darkened my entire world."
"I regret saving you, meeting you, and most importantly... loving you, Mr. Rithvik Rudra Rajvansh."
I said, looking into his eyes-full of pain and disappointment.
Hate is a small word now.
What I feel for him is far beyond that. His very presence suffocates me.
A story that begins with a spark, stumbles through betrayal, and struggles between love and resentment.
Will their bond survive the cracks, or is it already too late?
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They say love is sacred. But in this world, it's strategy. Where ivory-clad kings walk corridors that bleed power, and queens rise not with tiaras but with trial.Every glance is calculated, every silence weaponised. Here, hearts are never broken,they're bartered. Some marry for power. Some for redemption. Some just to survive. In the empire of masked alliances and whispered betrayals, love doesn't knock- it trespasses. It coils itself between duty and desire, between legacy and longing, until no one remembers where the throne ends and the heart begins. He was raised to command, not to feel. She was built to burn, not to bow. One sees emotion as weakness. The other hides it like a weapon. But even the sharpest minds can falter when loyalty begins to blur with love. And even the most dangerous men can kneel for the wrong woman or the right one at the wrong time. This isn't a story of soulmates. This is a collision of sovereigns. A war where the battlefield is love and the casualties are trust, truth, and time. In the shadows of politics and the ruins of restraint, something is rising. Not a fairytale. A force. Welcome to Siyaasat-E-Ishq: where every love story is written in ash, inked in ambition, and crowned in consequence.
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