Rishita : His Purest Devotion
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He was made of bullets and ego. She was made of sunlight and smiles.
One look and the most ruthless man forgot how to breathe.
The man everyone feared... feared losing her.
This story is about a ruthless mafia businessman and a sweet, introvert girl. Just one glimpse of that girl was enough to make that ruthless man go crazy for her, but she was unaware of it.
To the world, he was egostic, ruthless, and stone-hearted. But for her, he had the softest heart in the world.
The man everyone bowed to was ready to bow to her. In front of her, he even forgot his ego. One look at his Zalima and he lost all his senses. When she smiled, a smile would appear on his face too, on its own.
She had become his existence, his jaan, his sweetheart.
His downfall disguised as salvation.
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