Niyati:His Devotion

Niyati:His Devotion

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He wasn't written to be hero. He was written to be feared. But then she loved him..... And even monsters learned how to pray ___________________________________________ "fuck y-" he interrupted "Language, My woman" Wait what?! 'My woman'? "Stay in your delusional". He slowly closed the distance between us,as I instinctively stepped back. Then, his two fingers tilted up my chin. Locking up his eyes with mine making sure I couldn't look away. "If this is your delusion....then I'll gladly lose myself in the rest of my life". ___________________________________________ A full length dark romance novel..... 18+mature ahead
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[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

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