HER BELONG HIS FIRE

HER BELONG HIS FIRE

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HIS AND HER SERIES #1 HER BELONG HIS FIRE They call him the storm of the cricket ground. And storms, as everyone knows, do not stop for anyone. She came from a mandap nobody wanted her at with empty hands, silence in her chest, and a mangalsutra tied by a stranger who didn't choose her either. He came with fire in his blood and a promise to his mother he could not refuse. They were never supposed to be a story. And yet. Something about her stillness gets through his fire. Something about his fire gets under her stillness. And neither of them has a word for what that means only the quiet, terrifying certainty that whatever it is it has already started. "Some people are left." "She had been left so many times she stopped counting." "But here is what nobody tells you about fire" "what happens when it finally finds something worth burning for?" "And what happens to a girl who only ever wanted to belong" "when she realises she was never afraid of the fire....... she was afraid of how warm it felt?" MATURE CONTENT 18+ [so read at your own risk] HER BELONG, HIS FIRE A slow burn that will hollow you out and fill you back up differently. Dive in. Even taara didn't see this coming.
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"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

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