Sangam Ke Saaye
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She came back to Prayagraj with a law degree, a sharp tongue, and one rule-
stay away from politics.
Then she crossed paths with him.
A man raised in power.
A man people feared before he even spoke his name.
A man who had spent years learning how to control everything around him.
Except her.
In a city of political games, buried secrets and dangerous alliances, she finds herself caught between truth and survival.
And the more she tries to stay away from him, the closer he gets.
Because some obsessions don't begin with love.
They begin with watching.
And he never asked whether she wanted him in her life.
He simply entered it.
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