In the Shadows of Us
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Last published Sun, Jun 15, 2025
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He left her with a note.
Some words. No explanation.
I'm sorry. Please forget me.
And for seven years, Avni tried.
She tried to erase the boy who kissed her like forever and vanished like smoke.
Tried to forget the name that once made her whole.
Until tonight.
Until the underground fight, the crowd's roar, and a name she hadn't heard in six years.
"Ishaan!"
Her world tilted.
Then he stepped into the ring.
With inked down his spine, bold and unashamed, was her name-Avni.
He was the boy who told her to forget him.
But he had carried her with him all along.
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He broke her once. But this time, she's not the girl who begged-she's the woman who burns. Vartika Ranawat rebuilt herself from ashes-alone, fierce, and holding a truth no one knows: the daughter she carried after the man she once loved shattered her world. Five years later, she's an acclaimed interior designer, a single mother, and someone who doesn't believe in second chances. Enter Avyansh Singhania-India's most feared mafia king, whose name makes the underworld bow and the business world bleed. He doesn't recognize her. But she remembers everything. The betrayal. The humiliation. The fire. Now when their worlds collide, the air between them is laced with tension, rage-and heat. "I don't know who you were before, Vartika Ranawat... but the woman you are now? I'd ruin every part of you and still beg to touch your soul." "You had me once, Avyansh. You didn't just ruin me. You buried me. So don't you dare look at me like you're entitled to my fire now." "You think I'm here for your fire? No, sweetheart. I want your moans. Your hate. Your tears. Every fucking part you swore I'd never get again." Love like war. Passion like sin. Redemption with blood. What happens when the man who once destroyed you becomes the only one who can save you?
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