The Scarred are Still Sacred

The Scarred are Still Sacred

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WpMetadataReadMaduroConcluída sex, ago 8, 20255h 59min
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She was meant to be silenced forever. But fate placed a knife in her hand-and called it a cooking spoon. Fifteen-year-old Mwanga was born into a world where a girl's worth is weighed by pain-marked by tradition, and sealed in silence. When her village prepares her for FGM, she does not cry. She flees. But freedom doesn't come gently. Taken as a palace slave, Mwanga finds herself in the heart of a glittering sultanate where gold masks cruelty and even the walls seem to whisper. Assigned to the royal kitchens, she says little-but her food speaks volumes. And soon, it reaches the plate of Sultan Jumaane-young, unmarried, and dangerous in all the ways he doesn't show. He doesn't know her name. She doesn't know her future. But something is simmering-and it's not just the stew. As Mwanga's flavors begin to stir something inside the silent Sultan, jealous eyes turn. Old wounds resurface. And the traditions she escaped may still chase her through the palace gates. In a place where girls vanish under culture and crowns, one girl is about to rise-quietly, but not untouched.
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Jalaluddin Muhammad, The mighty and merciless Emperor of Hindustan, never believed in love. He conquered kingdoms and women with the same ruthless grip. No softness. No feelings. No attachments. But the moment his eyes fell upon Jodha Bai, the innocent and breathtaking Rajput princess he married for political gain, something in him stirred-not tenderness, but hunger. She wasn't like his harem women. She didn't flirt, didn't defy, didn't even know how tempting she was. Her shyness, her lowered lashes, her quiet tremble when he touched her-only fueled the fire inside him. He expected Fire. He received Softness. But Softness can still tame a lion-if she survived his passion.

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