Dhaam! Someone threw Love onto the floor. Her mouth was still tied with cloth, a black blindfold over her eyes, hands tied behind her back with rope. Her feet were also bound.
The room was filled with the smell of dampness and cigarette smoke. It was dark, but because of the blindfold, Love couldn't see anything anyway.
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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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