Vidhvansh had come to the villa making an excuse of a meeting, but the truth was that he didn't want to face Love at the moment.
Because always Love used to slap him physically on his face, but this time the slap she had given, its pain and its echo, Vidhvansh could still feel on his cheek and in his ears.
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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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