25 Chapters
- For Followers
𝟏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒚
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𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ᥫ᭡
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𝟐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
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𝟑. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
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𝟒. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉
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𝟓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓
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𝟔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒙
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𝟕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒔
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𝟖. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕
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𝟗. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕
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𝟏𝟎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓
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𝟏𝟏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕
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𝟏𝟐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔
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𝟏𝟑. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒖 𝑬𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕
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14. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.
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𝟏𝟓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓
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𝟏𝟔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆
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𝟏𝟕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂
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𝟏𝟖. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏-𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆
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𝟏𝟗. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈
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𝟐𝟎. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 & 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
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𝟐𝟏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕
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𝟐𝟐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
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𝟐𝟑. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎
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𝟐𝟒. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 ‘𝒉𝒊’ 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 . . .
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𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.ᐟ
Aziyat his quintessence desire
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑡. 𝑀𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 When something shifts between two people who were never meant to look at each other that way... ignoring it doesn't make it disappear. It just makes it more intimate. 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒉 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, someone who has always known where to stop. Careful with her words, her actions, and especially her boundaries. Growing up around the same people taught her one thing-some lines aren't meant to be crossed. She never planned on forgetting that. . 𝑨𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒏, her contract husband. A constant presence. Observant, and the kind of person who notices more than he lets on. He doesn't like to interfere. Doesn't cross lines. Until he does. . What starts as nothing more than shared space turns into something neither of them names. A secret they share that's hidden from everyone. And the distance that should exist between them slowly... disappears. And the more they ignore it- the harder it becomes to pretend it doesn't mean anything. "Someone could walk in." "Then move." "You move." "...or what?" "Or I stop pretending I don't want to kiss you."
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The Debt of Deciet
It started as a joke nobody was supposed to take seriously. Then he said yes. Pakhi Sachdeva only wanted to buy herself time—throw her mother's marriage ultimatum into vain by naming the one man guaranteed to refuse her proposal, Miran Bhatnagar, heir to her family's oldest rivals. A scandal, not a proposal. And her problem, not her husband. Except Miran doesn't refuse. He accepts before she's finished the sentence, like he'd been waiting for the invitation his whole life. But he loathes her. Now she's married to a man who watches her like he already knows how this ends, who traces his thumb over her pulse like he's counting down to something she can't see yet. Because he isn't here for her family's money, or the truce, or the scandal. He's here to collect on a debt fifteen years old—one connected to his mother, her family doesn't know exists, and one she was never supposed to find. The closer she gets to him, the closer she gets to the truth. And the closer she gets to the truth, the harder it is to remember she was only supposed to be pretending. She wanted a marriage she could walk away from. But some debts aren't paid in money. Some are paid in vows.
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