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  • VOWS OF VENOMVOWS OF VENOM

    VOWS OF VENOM

    Keep your friends close, and your enemies' sisters closer. Inaaya Avansia did everything right. She cut ties with her family, ran from the blood-soaked legacy of the mafia, and built a quiet life in the shadows. But you can never truly escape a war you were born into. Enter Rudraβ€”her brother’s fiercest, most ruthless rival. To destroy the Avansia empire, Rudra needs leverage, and Inaaya is the perfect pawn. He kidnaps her, trapping her in his dangerous world. But captivity breeds an unexpected, suffocating intimacy. Inaaya knows she is falling for the monster who stole her freedom. Rudra knows it, too. He burns for her just as deeply, but in his world, showing love is a death sentence. In a game of loyalty and betrayal, who will break first?

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  • OUR UNWILLING ALLIANCEOUR UNWILLING ALLIANCE

    OUR UNWILLING ALLIANCE

    π‘¨π’π’šπ’‚ 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ୨ৎ π‘¨π’ˆπ’‚π’”π’•π’šπ’‚ π‘Ίπ’Šπ’π’ˆπ’‰π’‚π’π’Šπ’‚ πŸŽ€ 𝗒𝗨π—₯ 𝗨𝗑π—ͺπ—œπ—Ÿπ—Ÿπ—œπ—‘π—š π—”π—Ÿπ—Ÿπ—œπ—”π—‘π—–π—˜ β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€ π˜šπ˜•π˜Œπ˜ˆπ˜’ π˜—π˜Œπ˜Œπ˜’ Suddenly, I felt a wave of hot shame rush to my face. My cheeks burned. I was officially tied to this man, this handsome stranger standing right in front of me, and yet I still didn't know who he was. I knew I had to ask. I forced myself to speak, even though my heart was pounding. "Excuse me," I said softly. He turned toward me, waiting for me to continue. I couldn't look him in the eye. I kept my gaze fixed on the shiny marble floor, my head bowed in total embarrassment. "What is your name?" I finally managed to say. My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it myself. The silence that followed was agonizing. It felt like an eternity. I was sure he was judging me. What kind of wife doesn't even know her husband's name? I thought, feeling more humiliated by the second. Then, I heard a low, deep chuckle. It wasn't a mean laugh; he sounded genuinely amused. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and calm. "Agastya. Agastya Singhania, Anya." β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€β”€ΰ­¨ΰ§Žβ”€β”€ Copyright Β© 2025 Our Unwilling Alliance All rights reserved

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