My Precious Time

My Precious Time

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My first story so bear with me Love is called blind. ....... Why? ???? Because it not care about the good heart or bad heart of peoples. It's only care about we like that heart or not. Here some people's are going to share us about their views of love. Mithra was a beautiful and adamant girl. A daughter of business tycoon. She fell in love with her BFF brother mithun. Mithun was a brute and egoistic person in business. He never showed his ture nature to anyone except his twin and BFFS. Can Mithra able to break his wall and see his different behaviour hidden inside him. What's the meaning for her word of LOVE.
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They say love is sacred. But in this world, it's strategy. Where ivory-clad kings walk corridors that bleed power, and queens rise not with tiaras but with trial.Every glance is calculated, every silence weaponised. Here, hearts are never broken,they're bartered. Some marry for power. Some for redemption. Some just to survive. In the empire of masked alliances and whispered betrayals, love doesn't knock- it trespasses. It coils itself between duty and desire, between legacy and longing, until no one remembers where the throne ends and the heart begins. He was raised to command, not to feel. She was built to burn, not to bow. One sees emotion as weakness. The other hides it like a weapon. But even the sharpest minds can falter when loyalty begins to blur with love. And even the most dangerous men can kneel for the wrong woman or the right one at the wrong time. This isn't a story of soulmates. This is a collision of sovereigns. A war where the battlefield is love and the casualties are trust, truth, and time. In the shadows of politics and the ruins of restraint, something is rising. Not a fairytale. A force. Welcome to Siyaasat-E-Ishq: where every love story is written in ash, inked in ambition, and crowned in consequence.

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