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41 | ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ.

  • 17 Feb, 2024

The Delhi air, thick with the scent of dust and diesel, clung to me like a shroud. It was a far cry from the crisp, mountain-kissed air of my recent past. One day. One day had passed since I'd returned, since I'd stepped off the plane and into the chaotic embrace of my family, and already, I felt like a caged bird, my wings clipped, my spirit tethered.

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  • 41 | ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ.

    The Delhi air, thick with the scent of dust and diesel, clung to me like a shroud. It was a far cry from the crisp, mountain-kissed air of my recent past. One day. One day had passed since I'd returned, since I'd stepped off the plane and into the chaotic embrace of my family, and already, I felt like a caged bird, my wings clipped, my spirit tethered.

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    [COMPLETED] Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories. Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. These stories only serve to devastate. Ruins have the ability to take lives, destroy people's hopes, and then bring comfort. In other people's ruin. But the question is, can you be happy and sane if your love forgets you for a night? Not at all, right? Ada Sharma is a courageous, fearless girl who has put up with her father's violence for years in order to protect someone she has never seen but believes is still alive. Vidyut Agarwal demonstrated vulnerability in real life. He believed that there is no such thing as love in this world, only lust. But she will make him reveal his feelings, proving him wrong. They've loathed each other for years, but destiny is pushing them to love and kiss in order to heal each other's scars. Either now, or never. But what if his hatred for her suddenly becomes his possession? Will she embrace him for who he is, or will something horrible happen to make her forget his existence? ๐€๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ก. โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ: *โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ:* ๐“๐‘๐Ž๐๐„๐’: โ€ข๐€๐๐”๐’๐ˆ๐•๐„ ๐…๐€๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ โ€ข๐’๐‹๐Ž๐– ๐๐”๐‘๐ ๐‘๐Ž๐Œ๐€๐๐‚๐„ โ€ข๐๐‘๐Ž๐Š๐„๐ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘๐“๐’ โ€ข๐€๐‘๐‘๐€๐๐†๐„ ๐Œ๐€๐‘๐‘๐ˆ๐€๐†๐„ โ€ข๐’๐‡๐„ ๐…๐„๐‹๐‹ ๐…๐ˆ๐‘๐’๐“ ๐‡๐„ ๐…๐„๐‹๐‹ ๐‡๐€๐‘๐ƒ๐„๐‘ โ€ข๐Œ๐„๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐˜ ๐‹๐Ž๐’๐’ ๐“๐‘๐€๐‚๐Š โ€ข๐…๐€๐’๐‡๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐ƒ๐„๐’๐ˆ๐†๐๐„๐‘ ๐ฑ ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‚๐“๐Ž๐‘ [SEQUEL 2 - HIS NEMESIS'S VOW]

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    ๐•ฏ๐–š๐–Š๐–™ : 2 She wakes up with a blank slate, with no memory of the life before. But something feels off. Haunted by fragmented dreams and a nagging sense of unease, she can't shake the feeling that she's missing something vital. He watches from the shadows, a brooding enigma with eyes that hold both warmth and a dangerous edge. He knows her secrets, the life she's forgotten, the enemies that still hunt her. He's her nemesis, or so she believes. But his vow to protect her, even from herself, is unbreakable. When a ghost from the past resurfaces, shattering her carefully constructed reality, will she remember the love they shared? Or will the truth destroy them both? No, nothing will occur. He will not tolerate anything that harms her or her memories. He will create new memories for her and will rekindle her affection. Money. Power and Love - he would use anything to get what he wants. After all, he's never learned to lose. "๐’๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ž. ๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ. ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž." Can't be read as a standalone, first read the duet 1 - HIS NEMESIS'S KISS.

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    ๐—›๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜

    To all the girls who think having them is a curse since they believe they are toxic and unpleasant people. "๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ. ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐…๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ" 4th Book of Elated Series. ๐“๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ฌ โ˜… ๐‡๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ โ˜… ๐€๐ ๐ž ๐†๐š๐ฉ (22 - 28) โ˜… ๐‡๐ข๐๐๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ โ˜… ๐๐ข๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ โ˜… ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐…๐Œ๐‚ โ˜… ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ฑ ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž ๐†๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฒ โ˜… ๐“๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ

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