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At that moment, the goons realized who they were dealing with. Devillian Giordano wasn't just some rich guy-they'd walked right into the lion's den.
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My innocence was ripped apart from me. Now i have no light left inside me anymore. The betrayal is running deep inside me. I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't cry. I become just a shell. I always dreamt of a prince charming coming in a white horse to take me away and live happily ever after. I was in s fairlytale. But fate has other plans. It had decided to give me a reality check. Now i have no more dreams left. I am already dead. I am Charvi. And this is my story.
She is a small-town girl with stars in her eyes and dreams too big for the world she had grown up in. She wants to see the world, live freely, and write her own destiny. She is innocent and naive, but stronger than the suffering that tries to break her. One day, she will walk away from the life destiny has forced upon her and live on her own terms. And on that day, she will no longer be his surrogate...she will be just herself, a girl who never stopped chasing the stars.
He lost her in every universe. In every lifetime, in every reality... she slipped through his fingers like something he was never meant to touch. He was never meant to meet her. Never meant to stand close enough to feel her breath. Never meant to fall. But he did...he fell hard enough to never rise again. So did she. Their love wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was the kind that consumed them slowly yet cruelly....until nothing else remained. The kind poets whispered about in secrets... and the world burned for calling it sin. A taboo. They broke rules. They broke morals. They broke themselves while trying to hold on to each other. But destiny is a cruel thing. And every time... it took her away from him. Again. And again. And again. Until all that was left inside him... was something no longer human. But this time....This time, he would not lose. He would tear apart fate with his bare hands. He would drag the gods down from their heavens and make them watch. He would burn every world that dared to separate them. Because if destiny wanted war....He would give it annihilation. But in the end...she would be his. Only his. In every lifetime. In every universe. Whether she chose it... Or not.
18+ an Indian tragic dark romance. It's a Military men's love story.
Sequel of Dark Devotion. An enimies to lovers and slow burn romance. ------- "No..." Her scream tore through the silence. She rushed toward the fireplace, but Demir grabbed her roughly from behind, holding her in place. "No... leave me! Leave me, you bastard!" Angelina screamed and cried loudly, thrashing in his grip. But Demir's movements remained chillingly calm. He crumbled the last page of the file with his one hand and tossed it into the flames. Angelina screamed loudly. Those were the lab acceptance reports of the eczema cream she had created. "No! No!" Her cries broke into raw agony as she struggled, but Demir only held her tighter, as if forcing her to watch as the fire devoured everything. This was her dream. She had poured her soul into it, working day and night for this one chance. The day those reports were placed in her hands, she had seen her future clearly. She had already imagined herself as one of the most successful dermatologists in her field. She had built her whole vision around it. And now... it is gone. All gone. Reduced to nothing but ashes. Her sobs faltered. Slowly, she fell silent, her tear-stained face turning toward the fire. She stared at it blankly. "You know so many other ways to climb the ladder of success," Demir whispered at her ear. "I'm sure this little loss won't affect you much."
I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder."
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