The clock struck 4:45 p.m.
The office floor was unnaturally quietโkeyboards tapped softer than usual, no one dared laugh too loudly, and even the water dispenser felt like it was hissing in fear.
The clock struck 4:45 p.m.
The office floor was unnaturally quietโkeyboards tapped softer than usual, no one dared laugh too loudly, and even the water dispenser felt like it was hissing in fear.
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He vanished for five years, leaving her with a marriage no one knows about and a silence that still chokes her. Now Vedarth Malhotra is back colder, unreadable, watching her like a shadow reborn. What does he want from Shrvya Sehgal now... forgiveness, revenge, or her entire life?

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๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ & ๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ "Ek sipahi ke paas dene ke liye sirf apni wafadari hoti hai." Zakir looked at her with quiet composure, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Ishanya took a step closer, her eyes fixed on his. "Aur agar us sipahi ki wafadari hi jhooth ho to?" โโโโเญจเงโโโโ He entered the Rajput kingdom as an ordinary soldier, hiding the truth that he was the mighty Badshah Zakir. His mission was to conquer the kingdom, not lose his heart. But fate had other plans when Princess Ishanya fell in love with the man behind the disguise. As love blossoms amidst secrets, the truth threatens to destroy everything they cherish. When his identity is finally revealed, trust turns into betrayal, and two hearts find themselves on opposite sides of a war. In a battle between duty and love, only one question remains-can an emperor choose love over his empire?



#1 book in The Royally Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

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