His Spy Wife
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He was never meant to be a good man. Power had shaped him, and darkness had refined him.
Vihaan Suryavanshi
a name whispered in fear, never spoken in trust.
She, on the other hand, lived in rhythm, not in the shadows.
Ira Chauhan
a girl whose world was made of music, not secrets.
Their marriage was not written in love, but in deals that reeked of control and silence.
He didn't ask for her heart.
She wasn't allowed to give it.
Between stolen glances and quiet moments, something dangerous began to grow not hate, not obligation... but love.
And love, in their world, was the most forbidden truth of all.
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Ma...mai jo kahungi tum woh karoge? " She said in a weak voice. He looked at her with surprise. After a long time he heard her sweet voice. He held her face in his palms and started kissing her face restlessly. He placed his plam on her head. I... I promise tum jo bolega jaisa bolega mai waisa hi karega, " Mai yaha nhi rahna chahati hu. Yaha mujhe ghutan hoti......., " Tum bolne ka tumhare ko kaha Jane ka hai hum is duniya ke kisi bhi kone me ja sakte hai, " Hu...hum nhi sirf mai, " He was shocked. He couldn't believe what he heard. He felt difficult to breathe. No no tu...tum prank kar raha hai na? You can't leave me, right?? Tum mere se Bahut pyaar karta hai, right?? Tum mere ko promise kiya tha ki tum mere ko chod kar kabhi bhi nhi jayega, " He holds her hands tightly. He started losing his senses.
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