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A Cage Called Destiny

A Cage Called Destiny

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Fiction
Romance
First Love
Second Chance
Slow Burn
Anaya never believed in marriage. To escape every proposal, she created a simple game-three impossible wishes, one café, and a list of conditions no man had ever accepted. Until Reyansh. Instead of walking away, he challenged every rule she had built around herself, forcing her into a marriage neither of them could have imagined. What begins as a clash of two stubborn strangers slowly turns into something far more complicated, where trust is fragile, emotions are dangerous, and every answer only seems to raise more questions. But not every story begins where it appears to. Some truths are buried beneath silence. Some promises were made long before they ever met. And sometimes, the greatest betrayal isn't the one you see coming-it's the one that has been waiting from the very beginning.
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