Loved Like a Prayer

Loved Like a Prayer

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Romance
Aarya Rathore was never anyone's first choice. Not at home. Not in mirrors. Not in the spaces where beauty was measured in numbers and silence was mistaken for weakness. But she was brilliant. She was kind. She was fierce in quiet ways no one ever noticed-until she began to break. Veer Rajvansh had no room for softness. He built empires, moved markets, commanded fear. To him, emotions were a weakness-and love, a luxury he'd never allow. Until her. What began as a business deal and a reluctant connection turns into a battle of wounds and walls-of past scars and present tension. And in the slow, burning ache of it all, something sacred blooms. Something undeniable. Something that feels like a prayer. She, the girl nobody truly loved. He, the man no one thought could love. And a story where one day... he would worship her.
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

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