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Deewana: A Love Cursed by Fate

Deewana: A Love Cursed by Fate

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 13, 2026
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Action and Thriller
Mystery
Romance
Some love stories are chosen. Others are inherited - passed down like a debt nobody remembers signing for, collected by something that was never willing to let go. This is one of those stories. It begins with a woman who wakes up to a life she doesn't recognize, and a man who loves her more than seems reasonable, or safe. It moves through silence, through secrets kept by people who claim to love each other, through a house where everyone is protecting someone and no one is telling the truth. It asks what you owe the people who lied to keep you safe - and what you owe yourself, once you find out. And just when it should end, it doesn't. Because twenty-five years is nothing to a promise that refuses to break, and some souls come back for what they were never given the first time. 'Deewana' means obsessed. Consumed. Past the point of reason, and past the point of choice. This is a story about the kind of love that doesn't ask permission - from the people living it, or from time itself. Genre: Supernatural Romance / Psychological Drama Tone: Slow-burn dread, aching devotion, generational secrets
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Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

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