Love sat on a chair, her head buried in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Her friend Riya sat beside her, offering comforting words, but Loveโs mind was a void of despair.
She kept crying, her voice breaking as she repeated, "I wish I hadn't believed that message. I should have talked to him instead. All this is happening because of my carelessness."
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Meet the author who weaves darkness into desire, crafting twisted tales of love and obsession. With a pen dipped in shadows, this storyteller brings forbidden passions to life, transporting readers to the darkest corners of the human heart, where love and danger entwine in a deadly dance.
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