Haunted Vows: Love's Twisted Rivalry
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Huling na-publish Sat, Apr 26, 2025
In a world where love writes the cruelest tragedies and promises are torn by bloodied hands, three fates were doomed to clash.
Aadarsh Raichand - The empire builder.
A businessman who crafted his kingdom from dust and betrayal.
Love? No.
Because he knew - one phone call, and he would have to vanish, burning every bond he ever touched.
"I don't need love," he said once, "I need power. And power demands sacrifices."
Yet when she entered his world - Aadarsh learned that even gods kneel for something they can never own.
Paridhi Saxena - The girl who once believed in fairytales now lived by laws and war. The country's youngest criminal lawyer to ever defeat corruption in the world. They called her The Ice Flame -
But once - she was sunshine.
Until one day, one betrayal, one shattered dream - turned her into the storm the world had never seen.
Devansh Raichand -The storm hidden behind a calm sea. The most feared lawyer in the country
But inside?
Inside lived a broken boy who had seen love snatched from him too many times.
Yet when he saw her - the girl with fire in her veins and scars on her heart -
Devansh realized some wars are worth losing... if it meant winning her.
One night, under the fractured chandelier of the Raichand estate, blood and love collided.
"Why are you getting married to her?"
Devansh's voice was a dagger. Sharp, accusing.
Aadarsh smirked, unbothered. "Because I want to save her from you."
"I love her," Devansh growled.
"I exist because of her," Aadarsh whispered, madness dripping from every syllable.
"She's too precious to be mine," Devansh admitted, breathless.
"She's too dangerous to let go," Aadarsh declared, a vow sharper than any sword.
He vowed to burn the world for her.
She vowed to become his forever.
He vowed to break every relation for her.
Destiny vowed to break them all.
Because some love stories are not written to be told.
Some love stories are written in scars.
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