Beneath the midnight sky

Beneath the midnight sky

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé ven., sept. 26, 20252h 58m
Description * enimies to lover * love traiangle In the shadows of a crime-ridden city ruled by fear and silence, ZAROON Dameer, a cold and ruthless mafia enforcer, lived a life soaked in blood and loyalty. Known for his sharp suits and sharper blade, he was the right hand of the most dangerous crime lord in the country. Emotions were a luxury he could not afford-until fate led him to Meera, a gentle, spirited village girl from the countryside, whose life was a world away from his. Meera lived in a remote, quiet village tucked between green hills and river. She was strong-willed but kind, with fire in her eyes and soil on her hands. When zaroon arrived in her village, completing assassination of his rival , he expected silence and solitude. What he found was her.
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What happens when you're in the wrong place at the wrong time? She is just at the beginning of her year-long world travels when she falls into the hands of him - an Italian mafia Don driven by the thirst for answers and revenge. When there is something else thrown into the mix - obsession. But is it the healthy kind? -- "I can see it, you know," he continues, his voice as smooth and dangerous as the edge of a blade. "The fear you're trying so hard to hide. The way your hands tremble ever so slightly, the way your breath catches in your throat when I'm close like this." My hands instinctively curl into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I struggle to maintain control. He tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey, his proximity suffocating. "You should be scared," he says, the words laced with an unsettling certainty. "Because when I'm done with you, there won't be anything left of that defiance you're so proud of." A shiver runs down my spine. "I've faced worse than you," I manage to grit out, though my voice is barely above a whisper. "And I'm still standing." His lips curve into a sinister smile, a glint of something dark and twisted flashing in his eyes. "We'll see how long that lasts." "Let's go." "No." --

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