This story was born from silence - the kind that echoes long after the door slams shut, after love is lost, and after truths are buried too deep. It is not just a romance. It is not just about vengeance.
It's about what survives in the wreckage. The child. The scar. The haunting devotion that refuses to die. You'll meet two broken people in these pages - Vihaana and Zayden - and I won't lie, they are not kind. Not always good. But they are real in their hurt. And their love? It's the kind that claws, bleeds, and fights to survive.
If you're here for soft kisses and perfect endings, this might not be the book for you. But if you're here for second chances that hurt, for mothers who fight, for monsters who love, and for redemption carved out of ruin-then welcome .[And I love the idea of a dangerous videshi man falling for our desi girl🥹🤧😁 ]
This is my very first project - my first time ever putting pen to paper and sharing a story with the world. I know it may not be perfect. I'm still learning, still growing, and still finding my voice as a writer. So if you notice mistakes, I hope you'll forgive them with kindness. Instead of negative comments, I'd truly appreciate thoughtful advice - it helps me become better. I'm here to connect with you all through these stories, to build something real between reader and writer. If this story touches you in any way, please vote, follow, and leave a comment. Your support means the world to me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 🫂💝
With all my heart, Lyra Morven
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