Her Netaji

Her Netaji

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture9m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., juin 30, 2025
♦ANKIT OBEROI♦ The man who is famous for his submissiveness and intelligence, ready for every circumstance to handle alone. His name holds a power that some people fear and some respect. His family, who ruled the state first, but by the time governed it. The son of an MLA and the next politician of Rajasthan. ♦ARADHYA RAJPUT♦ The girl whose passion compares with the gods. Introvert and shy, only believes in god, her weakness is everything is has, her politeness and care for everyone is the key she holds. The surgeon in her father's hospital. Met by the connections but held by fate.
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The bar throbbed with neon and bass, but Saanvi Desai was the real storm. Furious with Kabir Chauhan, the Assistant Commissioner of Police who ruled her heart and her temper, she downed tequila like it was ammunition, swaying against strangers, her laughter sharp enough to cut. Every glance, every touch was aimed at one man-watching her from the shadows like a predator. Kabir's gaze never left her, his jaw tight and his control fraying. When a stranger's hand slid too low on her waist, he moved-cutting through the crowd, shoving the guy back with a growl, "Get your hands off her." "You don't own me, Kabir!" she snapped, heels wobbling as she fought his grip. The man puffed his chest. "Who the hell are you?" Kabir didn't look at him. He simply set his service pistol on the table. Clunk. The music stopped, the bar froze, and the stranger's bravado bled away. Saanvi's breath hitched under Kabir's dark, unblinking stare-a silent warning that the most dangerous thing in the room wasn't the gun. It was him. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) Kabir Chauhan - Assistant Commissioner of Police Disciplined. Reserved. Calculated. A man who thrives on order, strategy, and the weight of responsibility. His life is a checklist of rules-and he never breaks them. Saanvi Desai - Surgeon Passionate. Fearless. Impulsive. A woman who trusts her instincts over logic, runs toward chaos instead of away, and believes some risks are worth taking. DISCLAIMER This book is strictly intended for readers aged 18 and above. It contains mature themes such as intimacy, violence, murder, and depictions of bloodshed. As the author, I feel it is important to state this clearly and firmly: while my story includes romance and intimacy, I do not and will never promote non-consensual sexual content. Every intimate scene in this book is based on mutual respect, trust, and consent. Love, in my eyes, should never come at the cost of someone's choice or dignity. Cover designed by: @balladofawordsmith ❤️

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