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It's You

LECTURES 437
Votes 9
Chapitres 25
Durée 3h 30m

LECTURES 437
Votes 9
Chapitres 25
Durée 3h 30m

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Some men say they love you. Others make you bleed just to feel loved back.

Chaitra Iyer knows heartbreak. She's lived it, survived it, stitched it into the way she walks and speaks. A confident, self-made woman with scars she doesn't show-not anymore. She thought she'd learned to spot the red flags. Until she met Jay.

He was everything she thought she needed-soft-spoken, protective, and patient. But love with Jay quickly turned into isolation, manipulation, cheating, and control. And when she tried to leave? He used everything against her-her past, her silence, her pain. Until one night, he crossed the line no man should ever cross.

And then came Zacharias Rebello.

Silent. Ruthless. Powerful. Watching her long before she saw him.

Zacharias didn't fall for her. He fixated on her.

He didn't want her heart-he wanted to own the fire in her eyes. To drag her into his dark world and never let her go. But somewhere between possession and protection, obsession became something worse. Something real.

Caught between two men-one who shattered her in the name of love, and one who never even offered it-Chaitra must decide:

Is survival enough?
Or will she risk everything and choose the devil who never pretended to be an angel?

This isn't a romance.

It's a slow descent into obsession, betrayal, trauma, and the kind of love that burns everything in its path-especially her.Tous Droits Réservés

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