Kartik
I was standing near the huge window in my room watching the city. I had a cigarette in one hand and other hand I had a glass of whisky.
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"Some wounds never fade… even across lifetimes." Two rival kingdoms. Two sworn enemies. And a love written in blood. In one lifetime, Princess Tara vowed vengeance for her brother’s death—only to fall for the man she was sent to destroy. Veer, the crown prince and the kingdom’s deadliest warrior, never knew the woman he loved was his greatest enemy… until the night their swords met—and both hearts stopped beating. Reborn in a modern world, fate throws them together again in the most unlikely place—a college campus. Their souls remember what their minds have forgotten, their hearts drawn together by something far older than this life. But the past is not done with them. And some debts can only be paid in blood. This time, fate has given them a second chance. But when the truth of their past resurfaces, will love finally break the cycle... or will history demand the same ending once again?
𝚩𝛐𝛐𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝛐 𝛐𝐟 "𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" She swore she would never fall in love again. After losing her parents and being shattered by betrayal, Zoya Malhotra built her heart out of steel. Love was a weakness. Trust was a mistake. And men? They were all the same. Until him. Dr. Devansh Rana is everything she doesn't need: calm when she's on fire, controlled when she's in chaos, and frustratingly gentle when she's trying to stay angry. He argues with her, challenges her, stitches her wounds... and slowly begins to unravel the walls she worked so hard to build. She hates the way he looks at her like he sees more. He hates how she keeps walking into danger like she has nothing left to lose. But somewhere between heated arguments and stolen glances, between stubborn pride and quiet care, something dangerous begins to bloom. Because sometimes the heart doesn't ask for permission. And sometimes the love you fear the most... is the love that heals you.
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