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Teri sangini~janm janmo tak
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Ongoing, First published Oct 03
Mature
♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱  
💖 Mukhi × Rudra 💖  
A story of love, chaos, and destiny  
♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱


"Ugh, I'm so done! How am I supposed to finish this by tomorrow?" Mukhi's voice echoed in the empty office.

The place was dark, silent, almost lifeless.
Outside, the moon had turned blood red, glowing through the windows.

"Maybe I should just take a short break," Mukhi whispered, resting her head on the desk. Slowly, her eyes closed...

When she opened them again..her office was gone.

Instead, she was lying on the bed of a huge, shining palace. Golden walls, heavy curtains, and guards standing everywhere.

Mukhi quickly sat up. "Wait... am I dreaming?"

Her heart skipped a beat seeing few women standing beside the bed in traditional attires...

In that moment, Mukhi realized... she wasn't in her world anymore.


Will mukhi be able to return to her own world or will her life will be changed forever....

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Warning-: This story contain strong language,mature themes and lots of fun and chaos

All the pictures used in the books aren't mine the real credit goes to the owners..
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