IFK: the innocent soul

IFK: the innocent soul

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✨Book second of AHZAB series My amber green eyes are buried in his dark brown ones. He cages me between his body and the marble counter, our faces only inches apart, yet his breath scorches my skin. "Why are you doing all of this?" I grit my teeth, trying to sound stronger than I feel. He chuckles, low and cold. "Because you are mine." "You can't own me! You are no one to me except a stranger!" I scream, pushing him away but he doesn't move. Not even an inch. His fingers tighten around my shoulders, sending a shiver down my spine. "Today," he whispers, voice like ice, "I'll show you exactly what I am to you." He grabs the corner of my dupatta, wraps it around my wrist, and holds my trembling, covered hand in his large one, dragging me toward the mansion's entrance. ___________________________________________ "Qubool hai." With that single word, my life seals itself with my enemy. The man I hate the most. Because if I hate someone, I drown in sin and now, that very someone has become my husband. My mehram. My test. "Welcome to my hell," his deep voice echoes, marking the beginning of my nightmare. This mind-blowing book cover made by Anjali aesthetic
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Love and revenge-they both start with obsession. The difference is who dies first. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 was used to silence, to small rooms and smaller dreams, until she decided to step inside Roy mansion. They called it the mansion of gold. From the outside, it shimmered like wealth's perfect illusion; marble floors, crystal chandeliers, voices that never knew what hunger sounded like. But Vaani learned early that gold can hide rot better than dust ever could. She entered the Roy Mansion not as a guest... but as a storm, came back for one reason: revenge. Against the powerful family that destroyed everything she once loved. For them, she was just a maid but she was much more than what she appeared to be. Every smile in that mansion was a mask. Every secret, a weapon waiting to be used. And fate had a cruel sense of irony. Because standing in her way was... 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲-the name every girl at Crescent Hill University sighed over and every rival feared. He was the face of perfection: tall, sharp, untouchable. The heir whose father owned the university and half the city skyline. He hated her existence. She despised his breathe. She was supposed to destroy the Roys. But she ended up destroying herself instead. In a world dripping with money, power, and deceit, Vaani learned hard way that survival came at a price. Every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the rich, entitled students only burned her resolve deeper. Until hatred began to twist into something darker- An obsession neither of them could control. Because when revenge starts to feel like desire...you stop knowing which one will destroy you first. "You think money makes you untouchable?" He smirks "No. Power does." "One day, it'll all burn." "Then burn with it. You look prettier in flames." "I hate you." He stepped closer, "Good, Hate keeps you close."

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