Enthralled
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MatureComplete Sun, Sep 7, 20256h 50m
WARNING: This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are all fictitious and only existing in the author's mind. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
Anathalia Lavimoure had it all-fame, fortune, and a face plastered across billboards and movie screens. But behind the glamorous facade was a self-absorbed, sharp-tongued diva who was used to getting her way and never hearing the word no. As one of the most controversial figures in the industry, she'd made enemies in every corner-enemies who didn't just gossip behind her back, but were now actively hunting her down. Forced out of her luxurious life and into a nightmare she never imagined, Anathalia was suddenly on the run, desperate and terrified, with nowhere to hide and no one left to trust.
Once a man with a future, Elias had been wrongfully convicted and left to rot in a prison cell for a crime he didn't commit. By the time he got out, the world had forgotten him-and he wanted nothing to do with it anyway. Hardened by betrayal and injustice, Elias had built walls no one could climb and trusted no one but himself. He had no interest in heroes or saving anyone. And yet, when fate threw a panicked, designer-heeled Anathalia into his path, running for her life, he didn't walk away.
Maybe it was the fear in her eyes. Maybe it was the way her bravado crumbled in the face of real danger. Or maybe, deep down, Elias just couldn't turn his back on someone who felt what he had once felt-helpless, cornered, and utterly alone.
Now bound by necessity and danger, the spoiled starlet and the bitter ex-con must rely on each other to survive. But as bullets fly and secrets unravel, the line between protection and connection begins to blur-and neither of them is ready for what that might mean.
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𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Hridayeshwari [Heart's Queen/ Heart's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikram ātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."
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