Where The Darkness Waits

Where The Darkness Waits

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I always thought the shadows outside my window were harmless. Just Delhi nights-traffic, wind, the hum of a sleepless city. Until the nights started watching back. Ira Malhotra lives a double life: by day, an unassuming 23-year-old with a quiet flat and a best friend who knows too much; by night, the anonymous author Elowen Gray-famous among readers who never see her face. Only two people know her secret. Or so she believed. But when faint fingers trace her window at 2:47 a.m., when a name no one should know appears written in the glass, she realizes the darkness isn't empty. It's patient. It's possessive. And it's been waiting. Avyukt Singh Raizada doesn't haunt places-he haunts people. Beautiful, dangerous, obsessed, he has crossed the line between ghost story and nightmare. He wants her smile. He wants her silence. He wants her, even if it means burning the world around her to ash. And now, in a city that never sleeps, Ira must ask herself: Is she running from a ghost... or walking straight into the arms of a man who was always there, waiting for her to fall? All rights are reserved by the author. © PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY STORYLINE.
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MINORS AND COPYCAT AUTHORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOOK. --- AYDEN RAI SINGHANIYA - To the curious little thing holding this book... You came here for a love story? Baby, you opened the wrong fucking book. This isn't about sweet kisses or candlelit promises. This is about me pinning her down when she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse. It's about her tears drying on my tongue. It's about the way she said no with her lips, but yes with her thighs. I stole her. Broke her. Fucked her until she forgot what freedom felt like. And you'll hate me for it. But keep reading... Because by the time you reach the end, you'll wish I'd chained you instead. --- AENI OBEROI- To the girl who thinks she wouldn't fall... He didn't ask. He didn't knock. He came in like a storm and ruined me with his touch. I said no. I screamed. I bled. But my body betrayed me. Again. And again. And again. Now, when he's gone, I ache. When he's near, I burn. You'll judge me. You'll call me weak. But wait till he touches you with those hands that destroy and worship at the same time. Then come back... And tell me you wouldn't crawl back to your cage too. --- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬.

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