His Enemy In Heels

His Enemy In Heels

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Julian picked up his fountain pen. "Let's get this over with." Then, the silence of the executive floor was shattered. *Click.* *Clack.* *Click.* *Clack.* The sharp, rhythmic echo of high heels struck the marble floors outside the boardroom. It wasn't the hurried scurry of a late secretary. It was a slow, deliberate, incredibly confident cadence. Every strike of the heel sounded like a countdown. Julian's pen hovered a millimeter above the paper
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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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