He tastes like expensive scotch and bad intentions....
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Stories by _dony_1511
Beyond the Ballroom: Her Final Exit
I was the shadow he stepped on to reach the light. Now, the shadow is gone, and he's drowning in the dark.&qu...
The Widow's Red (Gulaabi)
"In a village of white, he became her first drop of red."
In Shivgarh, tradition is a cage. Twenty...
Sins of the surya
"He was the Sun of the Rathore dynasty-blinding, powerful, and untouchable. But even the Sun has a dark...