Crimson Vows

Crimson Vows

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Zara Ali, a 21-year-old final-year psychology student, becomes the silent storm in three powerful men's lives. She's fiery, clever, but emotionally numb since the death of her parents. She doesn't know she's being watched-stalked, loved, and claimed by three men bound by a twisted pact. They are best friends, dominant, obsessive, and older-each ruling his own dark world: Azaan Khan (32) - The cold Mafia King. Blood on his hands, silence in his soul. Dr. Rayaan Mirza (34) - The brilliant neurosurgeon. Genius. Twisted. Possessive. Kabir Zaveri (35) - The youngest politician in parliament. Ruthless. Charmer. Control freak. They made a pact long ago: if they ever fell for the same woman, they'd share her... or destroy everything trying. But none of them expected Zara. And none of them are willing to let her go. By the end-they will all marry her, but not before secrets, betrayals, death, and madness rip everything apart.
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The corridor was silent. Too silent. She glanced over her shoulder and ran. Her footsteps echoed against the marble floor as she gathered her dress and hurried down the dimly lit hallway. She knew he was behind her. She could feel it. "Stop." His voice stopped her for half a second. Deep. Calm. Certain. She ran faster. A faint laugh followed from somewhere behind her. "You really think you can outrun me, princess?" She didn't answer. She turned the corner, hoping to lose him, but the moment she looked ahead, her heart dropped. He was already there. Leaning against the doorway. Waiting. She stopped so abruptly that she nearly stumbled. His eyes met hers. "You're getting predictable." She backed away. "Move." He straightened. "No." "Zayan." "Duaa." For a moment, neither moved. Then she turned and ran again. This time, he followed. Not rushing. Not panicking. He didn't need to. He knew the house better than she did. And eventually, when Duaa reached the end of the corridor, there was nowhere left to go. She turned around. Zayan stood several steps away, breathing steadily. "You're the hunter," she whispered. His expression hardened. "And you're the prey?" She lifted her chin. "Only in your imagination." Something almost like amusement flickered across his face. "Good." He took one step forward. "Because I don't want someone who gives up easily." Duaa's eyes narrowed. "You're unbelievably arrogant." "And you're unbelievably stubborn." "I hate you." His expression changed, becoming quieter. "Then keep running." She stared at him. He stepped aside, leaving the corridor open. "Go." Duaa hesitated. Then she ran. And behind her, Zayan smiled faintly before following. The game wasn't over. It had barely begun. ZAYAN VS DUAA AGE GAP SHE RUNS AND HE CATCHES HER SHE IS THE PREY AND HE IS THE HUNTER.

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