Only Mine: A Vow Written in Sin
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She was sweet, soft, and full of sunshine.
He was forged in shadows, a man the world feared to name.
When Prachi Sharma agrees to a forced marriage to protect her family, she has no idea what awaits her. Not a husband-but a storm in the form of Aarav Rathore: cold, ruthless, and bound by no law but his own obsession.
He doesn't just love-he possesses.
And once she wears his ring, there's no turning back.
"You're mine, Prachi. In life, in death, and in every sin in between."
But in a world painted in blood and secrets, can love truly bloom?
Or will she lose herself trying to survive a man who would burn the world for her?
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