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THE SECRETS OF MARAWAR
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Ongoing, First published May 24
Mature
It's the early 1900s, and rumors swirl around a mysterious new woman performing at The Courtesan. Is she just a dancer-or something more? Every man in the kingdom is desperate to see her, including the cold, ruthless prince, reluctantly dragged along by his companions.

As the lights dim and golden-red hues bathe the lavish courtyard, the foreign Egyptian dancer appears. Her dark brown skin glows under the flickering lights, her eyes lined in black kajal, her face partially hidden by a sheer veil.

The music begins. Her movements flow like liquid, mesmerizing the crowd-except one man. The prince. His gaze, sharp and unreadable, locks with hers. She smirks beneath her veil.

What no one knows is that she is a witch.

She has come not to entertain, but to take revenge for the murder of her parents.
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