VILLAINESS IN A DESI ROMANCE

VILLAINESS IN A DESI ROMANCE

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𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂... 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓾𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ🥀་༘࿐ At thirteen, she wrote a cliché love story- a shy girl, a rich, emotionally unavailable bad boy, a sweet second lead who deserved better, and a "villainess" who was confident enough to be hated. She didn't even know how college worked. She just copied whatever she saw on Netflix, in Western shows, and other books she'd read. Still, she set it in the dreamy hill town of Spring Valley Hills, at the elite Spring Valley International College-full of rich students, drama, and unrealistic romance. It had everything: love at first sight, unnecessary misunderstandings, public humiliation... and, of course, an ending where the villainess loses everything. She wrote it that way. She just never expected to wake up inside that story- Not as the heroine. But as Kiara Malhotra, the villain who was always meant to die. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ🥀་༘࿐
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Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend. *** "Potter leaned in, his face so close Draco could feel the warmth of his skin. "There's nothing you can't tell me," he whispered, his expression soft, his voice intimate, wrapping around Draco like a warm, alluring spell, urging him to give in, to let Potter pull him close so that he could bask in the protection he offered. For a wild, wonderful second it seemed like Draco could really just tell him. Tell him something was wrong, and it wasn't Draco's fault, and maybe Potter would believe him, promise him it was okay, and they'd sort it out without murders or Azkaban. "It's okay," Potter said as though he had read Draco's mind. As though something compelled him to say whatever Draco wanted him to say. "Just tell me, and we'll deal with it." This was too cruel. It wasn't just a random kiss in a cupboard that only served to remind Draco of what he could never have. This was really much worse. This was Potter behaving in a way that Draco rarely dared even to imagine. He'd only resort to it when his need was dire. When his nightmares were too vivid, and the images refused to vanish even after Draco woke up and opened his eyes. In those moments, his mind trusted only Potter. He was the only one who could convince Draco that it was all right, that he was safe now, that the Dark Lord wasn't coming back. Only Potter could save him from nightmares the way he had saved him from flames. Their foreheads were touching. Potter's skin was warm, the scent of his shampoo too delicious for Draco not to breathe it in. Whichever spell Potter was under, it was definitely contagious. Or Draco really was having a nervous breakdown."

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