His Anchor
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His Broken Soul Series #1
"Abh var vadhu ki maang me sindhur bhare" Panditji said.
And that was when their eyes collided finally, which have been playing hide-and-seek from each other the whole time. She raised her gaze slowly, deliberately, looking at him intensely, as if grasping the moment. Making sure it's really him, the man she despised. She loathed him. The man who was responsible for her losing her only family. She wanted to make his world crumble down to his feet, just like he made hers. Wanted to make him feel ten times worse the pain he made her feel. To tear him apart until he was nothing but ash.
On the contrary he was looking at her as if she's the most precious thing in the whole universe. The woman he has been madly in love with for the past few years. She was someone he couldn't even make up the courage to talk with, and now she is sitting beside him, in front of the holy fire. One look at her and he forgets his surrounding, that much power she held in his life. She could ask him to burn the whole world so that only they both could live in it, and he would happily agree. She could make him kill himself and he would do it.
Only if she knew how much power she held over him .
Will she succeed in taking her revenge or will he manage to make her fall for him before that?
Let's join Rudveer Rathore and Anvita Singh in their journey of revenge and love.
Translation to English will be available, so non-hindi readers can enjoy the story as well.
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