𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ⚠️

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙.

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟꜱ :

1) ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

2) ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ

3) ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ.

4) ꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ/ꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴀʀᴍ.

5) ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

6)ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ

7) ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

8) ᴅʀᴜɢ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇꜱ

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Let me warn you all in advance that the characters mentioned in this novel have flaws, they have complex characters that navigate the intricacies of love, obsession and relationship.

They are multidimensional individuals with their own set of flaws and imperfections. While their actions may not always be likeable, they drive the story forward with their relatable struggles and conflicts.

Please note that this novel explores mature themes and triggering content so readers discretion is advised.

As a debut author I appreciate your support and feedback. If you feel uncomfortable, feel free to drop this but any type of hate comments are not acceptable. As it's literally a breach of an author's spirit, do keep that in mind.

You are absolutely give comments and your feedbacks as it will help me to polish my writing skills.

ᵀʰᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᴵ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ, ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᶠᵘˡ ᵒʷⁿᵉʳˢ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ.

ℐ 𝒹ℯ𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀

𝒯ℴ,

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒.

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It's the first book of the Series ISHQ-E-NAHIN.

In a tangled web of love and obsession, Ojasvi has been fixated on Avyaansh for as long as she can remember. Unbeknownst to her, Avyaansh has been fostering a deep love for her sister Parthika for a long time.

When Avyaansh announces his plans to marry Parthika, Ojasvi's world has been shattered.

Driven by her all-consuming passion, Ojasvi vows to sabotage their union and claim Avyaansh for herself, no matter the cost.

As the battle for Avyaansh's heart intensifies, dark secrets and hidden desires threaten to destroy the very fabric of their relationships. Will Ojasvi's relentless pursuit of love lead to ruin, or will Avyaansh and Parthika's bond prevail?

Now who will be the rightful winner of this game of LOVE?

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𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞.

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞,

𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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The rich and sweet smell of jasmine hung heavy in the air, a cruel mockery of the thrill Ojasvi was feeling, a stark contrast to the icy dread that was slowly tightening its grip around her heart with every passing second.

The grand tapestry of life, the delicate flowers and the delicate fabrics, once intricately woven with the threads of another's joy, radiated anew with the vibrant hues of her own celebration. The ornate decorations meticulously arranged, transformed the space into a sanctuary of union, a testament to the timeless beauty of a love story, the ambience previously a mere backdrop for another's happiness, now pulsated with the rhythm of Ojasvi's own jubilation.

She stood tall beneath the lavishly decorated mandap once reserved for another's union, now as she exchanged vows, the soft glow of the diyas and the sweet fragrance of the garland enveloped Ojasvi, her accomplishments unfolding like a triumphant symphony, every note a reflection of her perseverance.

As the wedding ceremony drew to a close, an effervescent euphoria enveloped Ojasvi, but her elation was jarringly offset by the palpable disaffection that shrouded the family members. The air was thick with unspoken rancor, their forced smiles and polite felicitations betraying their genuine sentiments.

Avyaansh's tranquil demeanor belied the turmoil brewing beneath, his calm exterior akin to the eerie stillness proceeding a tempest.

The union, intended to be a jubilant affirmation of love and unity, had instead degenerated into a catalyst for hatred and division, leaving in its wake a trail of unhappiness and disillusionment. The festivities, unfurled like a black flower, its petals mocking the warmth of love that the marriage once promised leaving one to wonder whether the seeds of the acrimony would ever bear the fruits of affinity.

The aroma of devotion only underscored the emptiness that gnawed at her. Ojasvi's heart swelled with fleeting elation, but beneath the triumphant facade, a hollow ache resonated, like the haunting echo of a forgotten melody. A lingering sense of incongruence tormented her core, casting a faint shadow on her hard-won success, and betraying her fragile, newfound happiness.

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A Glimpse Back - few hours before

As the sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow upon the city, the bustling city awakened from its slumber and the frenetic energy of the day began to suffuse the atmosphere, the Singhanias and the Razdans stood on the cusp of a new epoch. Their decades long amity was poised to blossom into a profound affinity.

Avyaansh Razdan, the elder son and the dashing scion of the Razdan empire, was finally uniting with his childhood sweetheart the lovely and refined Parthika Singhania.

As the two families converged, their enduring bond was almost tangible, the atmosphere electric with expectations. Their jubilation was infectious, spreading like wildfire through the gathering. This was no ordinary union; it was a symbiotic of souls, a love destined to transcend time.

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The Singhania's majestic 7-star hotel, situated in the heart of the city, unveiled its splendor as the top floor and banquet hall transformed into a regal paradise. The wedding arrangements showcased the family's refined taste and penchant for extravagance. Every detail was fastidiously crafted to evoke an atmosphere of sumptuousness and sophistication, fitting for the union of two kindred spirits.

As guests entered the hotel, they were greeted by a stately foyer adorned with intricate marble work and crystal chandeliers that refracted light into a dazzling spectrum. Soft melodies and the sweet fragrance of rare blooms wafted through the air, setting the tone for an unforgettable evening.

The banquet hall was a vision of grandiosity, with walls draped in opulent silk fabrics and floors covered in plush carpeting that felt like a gentle caress beneath their feet. The ceiling was a masterpiece, with delicate frescoes and ornate moldings that transported guests to a bygone era of regal splendor.

The stage, where the ceremony would take place, was a work of art, with a backdrop of golden curtains and a canopy of fresh flowers that seemed to bloom in every hue of the rainbow. The aisle was lined with candelabras, their flames flickering like fireflies on a summer evening, casting a warm glow.

The decorations were a harmonious blend of colors and textures, with plush chairs and sofas upholstered in the finest fabrics, arranged to envelop guests in a warm embrace. Every table was a masterpiece, with fine china, crystal glasses, and silverware that sparkled like diamonds.

The lighting was a masterclass in subtlety, with soft hues and shades that created an intimate ambiance without overpowering the senses. As guests mingled, they couldn't help but be awed by the sheer scale and luxurious arrangements.

Every detail seemed carefully curated to evoke luxury and refinement, testament to the Singhania family's reputation for excellence. Amidst the grandeur, a sense of warmth and intimacy permeated every aspect of the wedding, as if Avyaansh and Parthika's love had been distilled into every decoration.

As the evening wore on, and the ceremony drew near, excitement was palpable. Guests wondered what surprises awaited them in this grand celebration of love. This wedding would be etched in their memories forever, a testament to love's power and the magic of the human spirit.

The two families were now united by shared love, common goals, and deep understanding, marking a new beginning and fresh chapter in their lives.

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As the grand doors of the opulent hotel swung open, a warm glow of elegance enveloped Parthika, the sole bride amidst the joyous tumult. With a discreet nod, the concierge escorted her to the crowning jewel of the establishment : The bridal suite.

A room as spacious as this in this very luxurious hotel was allotted to the only bride in the wedding, a serene sanctuary designed to soothe her frazzled nerves and pamper her refined sensibilities. Soft golden light spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a benevolent glow on the plush furnishings.

As Parthika stepped inside, the door's soft click announced her solitude. The air was redolent with the heady scent of jasmine, its delicate fragrance wafting from the crystal vase on the dresser. Velvet drapes framed the breathtaking cityscape, while the plush carpet beneath her feet whispered promises of comfort.

In this tranquil oasis, Parthika's thoughts unfolded like the delicate petals of a rose. Her heart, once fluttered with a trepidation, now swelled with anticipation. Tonight, she would embark on a new journey, leaving the whispers of yesterday behind.

With a gentle sigh, Parthika surrendered to the suite's indulgent charm, her spirit entwined with the promise of tomorrow.

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