Tales Of Devotion
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"Jo tu mera humdard hai,
Suhana har ek dard hai."
When Princess Hoorain is traded into the shadow of Xavier Stoll's New York skyscraper, she expects a cage. Instead she finds a man who treats the world like a chessboard and her like the only queen he's ever feared losing.
In a city that never sleeps, Xavier has only one command for the ghosts of her past; Lay a finger on her, and I'll burn it all down.
She's Chaos wrapped in gold, he is arrogance wrapped in silence
I invite you to the journey of a soft yet chaotic love story of two opposite poles 😙
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Dard mubarak:- Written in Rain
Life was always hard on him. Raised beneath the weight of expectations, he became a boy who learned to hide his storms behind quiet eyes. -Rudra Choudhary She was the sunshine chasing the stars. A dreamer with a restless heart, carrying enough light to brighten even the darkest skies. -Idhika roy What will happen when instead of ishq life bestowed them with dard?
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑈𝑠
Some stories are never told out loud. They exist in silence, in glances, in conversations that never fully end. This is one of those stories. No names. No clarity. Just memories, feelings, and someone who became more than they were ever meant to be. Somewhere between friendship and forever... he stayed.
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