It was evening. Vidhvansh was sitting in his cabin. He was neither weak now, nor broken. He was that same Vidhvansh whom the world called "Destruction."
Completely powerful, seated on the chair in such a manner as if the entire room was under his control. On his face was the same old arrogance, that same cold, fearless mask that he always wore.
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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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