𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Book Two of The Cost of Outrunning Fate
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Not all thrones are made of gold.
Some are built from grit and ghosts.
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𝑵𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓,
𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓
𝑲𝒐𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊,
𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒐 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓
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Vivaan Thaakur was never the one they looked at.

He learned early how to stay unseen-how to earn worth through discipline, how to exist beside Aaryan without resentment.

And every time Vivaan reached the top, Niya Sharma was already there.

She didn't compete. She simply was-brilliant, composed, inevitable. To the world, perfection. To Vivaan, an unbreakable wall.

Until she saw him.
Rivalry turned into reverence.
Ambition into surrender.

Vivaan loved her quietly, like a prayer that asks for nothing. She became his goddess. He became devotion.

But faith can fracture.
And one mistake-the only one he was never meant to make-destroyed the temple he built for her.

A story of rivals turned worship and devotion that asks only one question:
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚?
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"If you didn't exist, I'd have everything I ever wanted."- Vivaan

"Your brother was given a throne. But you? You have the power to build an empire. That's the difference. One that screams not 'Thaakur Dynamics'-but Vivaan Thaakur."- Niya