FOR ALL THAT BURNS
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Wahida Dalva never planned to fall in love with him. It happened quietly, for her love was not a shelter but a demolition. It stripped her bare, humiliated her, and left her exiled from the guarded life she'd curated for her.
But ruin has a way of shifting the ground beneath you, of rewriting the rules you thought were permanent. Out of that chaos stepped a man who should never have noticed her. Older, colder, untouchable, he existed in a space of quiet power, a man who seemed impossible to claim. And yet, when he reached for her, when he touched her, the world seemed to ignite and burn clean, leaving only the stark, undeniable clarity of what she had always needed.
He taught her that love doesn't have to be pure to be real. That safety doesn't always come from good men. That sometimes, the only thing left to do with what's broken is to set it on fire and start again.
For All That Burns is a dark, intricate romance about survival, devotion, and the extraordinary danger of being chosen by someone you were never meant to have, a story where ruin and desire coexist in a single, combustible flame.
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