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Previous name: Roohdariyan A Tale of Love and Redemption BOOK 2 OF LOVE SERIES š“¢š“Ŗš“Ŗš“»š“² š“­š“¾š“·š“²š”‚š“Ŗ š“¼š“® š“³š“®š“®š“½ š““š“® š“¶š“Ŗš“² š“Ŗš“Ŗš”‚š“² š“±š“¾ š“²š“­š“±š“Ŗš“»... š“£š“®š“»š“® š“Ŗš“°š“® š“±š“² š“¶š“Ŗš“² š“±š“Ŗš“Ŗš“»š“²... š““š“²š”‚š“Ŗ š“½š“¾š“·š“® š““š”‚š“Ŗ š“Ŗš“¼š“Ŗš“»... BOOK BLURB Advait Singh Rathore. At twenty-five, he is everything the world respects- disciplined, brilliant... untouchable. A RAW Agent who doesn't just solve cases- he plays with them. He smiles easily. Laughs like nothing ever touched him. Sunshine in human form. But chaos? It lives in his bones. Because behind that charm... is a man who knows exactly when to strike- and how to burn everything down. All he ever wanted- was peace. ā„ Niharika Pratap Rajput. Princess of Udaipur. Thirty-two. Elegance wrapped in authority... terror wrapped in silk. To the world, a businesswoman. To the underworld- The Black Mask. Ruthless. Calculated. Untouchable. Love? "š“›š“øš“æš“® š“²š“¼ š“Ŗ š“¶š”‚š“½š“±." Power is her truth. Control is her language. Until... him. She doesn't fall in love. She fixates. She claims. She owns. And she wants Advait Singh Rathore. But he refuses. "š“Øš“øš“¾ š“¬š“Ŗš“·'š“½ š“±š“Ŗš“æš“® š“¶š“®." For the first time- something slips out of her control. And that becomes obsession. Where she is silence-he is calm before destruction. She breaks people-he dismantles them with a smile. She is danger wrapped in obsession. He is pain disguised as chaos. And somewhere between resistance and ruin... something shifts. "š“£š“±š“²š“¼ š“²š“¼š“·'š“½ š“µš“øš“æš“®..." "š“£š“±š“®š“· š“¼š“½š“øš“¹ š“¶š“®.." For the first time, The Black Mask risks everything- her empire, her power, her control- for a man who wants nothing to do with her world. But love like this was never meant to survive. Because when obsession starts to feel like love... it doesn't heal- it consumes.

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