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He came home to find Meera in full preparation modeโdal on the stove, the good plates out, and flowers on the table that hadn't been there this morning.
Virasat: His Revenge. Her Ruin.
Devraj is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, while Vedika is determined to expose the system that made him powerful. She was supposed to be just a political pawn, but she became his greatest weakness. "๐ฐ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐." "๐ท๐๐๐๐๐-" "๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐?" His grip tightened just enough to make her breath hitch. "๐บ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐." Her breath hitched. "๐ซ๐๐, ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐." A slow smirk curved his lips. "๐ฑ๐๐๐๐, ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐." She glared at him, even as her body betrayed her. "๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐-๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐." "๐ญ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐," she snapped, rolling her eyes. He leaned closer, gently biting her earlobe before murmuring. "๐พ๐๐๐โฆ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐโ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐?" But the deeper Vedika digs, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because some secrets were buried for a reason. And for the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would die to protect.
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