RAAT BAKKI HAI
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Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2026
Anjane milte hai anjane rasto mai.
Paravane bante hai shaitani hadson se
Khoon se rang kr likha hai apka naam, yeh zindagi ki paheli hai esi jo aap itne azeez ho hmare,
aap hi ki nazaron mai bura hone ka laga hai hum par iljaam
((Strangers we met on unfamiliar ways,
Turning into rebels through fate's reckless plays.
In blood, I've etched your name so deep and true,
This life's a riddle-every answer leads to you.
So dear you are, beyond what words can claim,
Yet in your eyes, I'm the one who bears the blame.))
THE STORY IS OF DARK MAFIA ROMANCE REVENGE AND TOXIC NOVEL
THE STORY WILL BE LONG, HAVE SMUT ( A LOT) , AND IF THE INTERACTIONS WITH THE READER WILL BE GOOD WILL BE UPDATED MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY.
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