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"For the depraved who hunger for the taboo: This royal romance is a sinful elixir. Taste the enemy-and-lovers' passion, and let it fuck your mind and soul until you're begging for more."
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𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎
𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉-𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔. He was power. She was peace. But fate wanted chaos. He stood at the top of the political pyramid—India's youngest, most feared, most desired politician. A man built of speeches, scandals, and secrets. He never believed in love. Never believed in marriage. Until the night he saw her. She wasn't trying to be noticed. She was just dancing. Eyes full of stars, body flowing like a prayer, a soft-spoken classical dancer lost in rhythm at a high-profile cultural inauguration. But something in her broke his silence. Shattered every guarded wall he'd built. She didn't even see him watching... but he did more than just see. He felt. And that was dangerous. Instead of chasing her, he used what he knew best—power. He pulled strings. Spoke to the right people. Arranged the perfect marriage proposal through their families. Everyone called it fate. Only he knew it was obsession in disguise. Now, they're newlyweds—strangers pretending to be partners. She, a delicate storm wrapped in silk and silence. Graceful, shy, awkward in all the ways that make his control unravel. He, the nation's coldest flame—stoic, commanding, and burning with a possessiveness he doesn't even try to hide. He watches her like a hawk. Smiles when she's nervous. Rages when others look at her too long. Touches her like she's glass—and guards her like she's his entire kingdom. But she's not just innocent. She's curious. Brave in quiet ways. And slowly, without knowing, she begins to touch parts of him he never knew were starved—for affection, for trust, for something as simple as a gentle hand reaching across the dark. What began as a one-sided obsession starts tangling into something neither of them expected—a slow, burning, tender, explosive kind of love. Their nights become filled with soft arguments, stolen glances, clumsy laughter, unspoken desires, and brushes of skin that speak louder than words. But just as they begin to fall—truly fall—the ghosts of their pasts begin to rise. Secrets. Scandals. Sacrifices. A love born from silence begins to crack under the weight of unspoken truths. Because fate? It never plays fair. And love? It only blooms... right before it burns. ---
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