Petals in the Bloodroot
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In the misty, rain-drenched hills of Kerala's Western Ghats, a gentle kindergarten teacher is ripped from her quiet life and dragged into the shadows of the ancient Nambiyar Tharavad.
She came seeking peace.
She found a monster.
Arjun Nambiyar doesn't love. He claims.
And once his eyes lock on her innocence, nothing - not her tears, not her pleas, not the world - will stop him from making her his.
In the hidden luxury of the centuries-old mansion, under the constant roar of the monsoon, he will break her, bind her in gold and obsession, and drown her in a darkness so twisted it feels like worship.
Some flowers are meant to bloom freely.
Others are destined to be plucked, possessed, and kept forever in the bloodroot soil.
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