HIS INTOXICATION HER DEVOTION
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She sees the world through a haze of blurred lights and burning liquor every heartbeat drowned in whiskey, every memory silenced with vodka. She may forget to eat, to breathe, to cry... but never to drink. Alcohol isn't her escape it's her existence. No one knows why. Not even her parents. All they know is, she never steps into temples. She doesn't believe in gods. Maybe because she's already living in her own kind of hell.
And then...
He arrives.
A man carved from discipline. A soul dipped in devotion. Spiritual, fierce, righteous to the bone. He doesn't bend rules he is the rule. He loathes weakness, addictions, and those who surrender to sin. For him, people like her are what's wrong with the world hollow, broken, and beyond redemption.
But fate doesn't care about morals.
Gods don't always play fair.
What happens when a sinner crashes into a saint?
When the bottle she clings to meets the prayer beads he won't let go?
When his faith collides with her fire?
Will he pull her out of the dark... or will she drag him down with her?
In a world where devotion is tested and darkness wears perfume,
love isn't holy ..it's dangerous.
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