Raisha : His Unfinished Symphony
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A little soft to slightly dark romance with lots of humour along with thrills and suspense ....
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"Six years were too long, sunshine."
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you home, Raisha"
"I'm not going back, Zayan, atleast not for a week."
One week is dead, Jaan," he whispered into her hair. "We leave tonight. I've spent twenty-six years being a gentleman and fir next sixty i will be your shadow ."
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The King of Rajasthan found his sunshine .
To the outside world, Zayan Raghuvanshi is a myth-a cold, lethal sovereign who rules Rajasthan with an iron fist and a silent tongue.
He is a man of shadows, built on secrets and blood. But for years, Zayan has lived for one purpose only.
He has kept himself untouched, a silent vow of purity in a world of sin, waiting for the only woman who can settle the storm in his soul.
The Healer who became his obsession.
Raisha Singhania is everything Zayan is not.
warm, compassionate, and radiant. She is the soft "Sunshine" to his absolute midnight.
Zayan doesn't just want her love; he demands her soul. He is territorial, possessive, and unyielding.
he will ensure the world knows she belongs to the King.
He waited a lifetime in the shadows. Now, he's ready to claim his sunshine.
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Inside the Book:
The untouched King: A hero who has saved himself entirely for one woman.
Obsessive Devotion: A "He falls first and harder"
Dark & Dreamy: A perfect blend of dangerous mafia tension and soul-shattering romance.
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"My love isn't a gentle tide; it's the entire ocean, and I have every intention of pulling you under until we both forget which way is up."
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