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Cherished - Darkest Devotion
Dark Romance Novel Multicouple Romance
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๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ ______________โฟ___________ Where passion simmers beneath a veil of ambition, Rajasthan simmers under the Malhotra dynasty. This Malhotra clan isn't just wealthy, they're woven into the state's fabric. Politics dance to their tune, their business ventures touch every corner, and whispers of their influence extend to the unseen realms. Love, in this world, is a game played between powerful families, a delicate dance between desire and duty. But hearts have a will of their own, and amidst the opulent chaos, love stories bloom in unexpected places. Embark on the gripping saga of the Malhotra brothers as they navigate through a whirlwind of love, chaos, politics, and fear. โคABHIMAAN X SHRADDHA โคABHIMANYU X DRISHTI โคABHIVEER X KIARA __________โโฏโฏโ___________ All Rights Reserved ยฉ๏ธ๐ซ DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK _____________________________
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THE TYCOON'S NOVICE
๐๐จ๐จ๐ค 2 - ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐๐ Emboldened by the moonlight and the intimacy of the moment, I decided to take a chance. "You know what," I began playfully, a mischievous glint in my eyes, " Tere saath saath ehsa Koi noor aaya hai Chand teri roshni ka Halka sa ek saaya hai " With that, I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. The touch seemed to surprise him. He flinched slightly, a jolt of electricity seeming to pass between us. A slow smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Not bad, Mrs. Rajvansh," he teased, his voice husky. "Well, I always try to impress," I countered with a playful wink. He planted a soft soothing kiss on my forehead. It's perfect, So perfect. Nothing less Nothing More Just Perfect.
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THE TYCOON'S NEMESIS
๐๐จ๐จ๐ค 3 - ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ฒ๐๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ข๐ "This fucking Aadvik Roy Malhotra is fucking my brain cells!" "Will you please stop laughing, you dickhead?" I screamed in frustration, fighting the urge to bang my head against the wall. "Fine, Boss Lady," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. He looked like something straight out of a mafia fantasy-and why was my traitorous mind even noticing how fucking hot he was? Sure, he was handsome, but more like a hot dog than anything else. I mentally rolled my eyes at my own hypocrisy. When I glanced at his face again, he burst into another fit of laughter. This duffer. I had half a mind to slam his head against the table until every single one of his perfect teeth fell out and his handsome face get ruined. "Will you stop, or do I need to leave you here alone, you wanker?" I snapped. He just looked at me with that infuriating smirk. "Women shouldn't curse," he drawled, which only made me roll my eyes harder. "Get fucked!" I shouted, beyond caring about his opinion.
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