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I've been writing books for the last couple of years and I’ve got to learn a lot! Some of you have shown a lot of love and support to me, I hope you keep doing that and I’ll keep entertaining you with my books!!

I've been writing books for the last couple of years and I’ve got to learn a lot! Some of you have shown a lot of love and support to me, I hope you keep doing that and I’ll keep entertaining you with my books!!
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The story of two people bound together, first by convenience and then by necessity. One is fighting to thrive, the other to simply survive. A deck of cards, a string of broken hearts and fresh starts. Most roses are perennials, returning year after year when cared for. But when the root is torn, the flower falls back into the ground. His wife’s casket was not even buried when his ex fiancée showed up. She looked as lifeless as she always did. Her return was just temporary. She came to pay her respects to the deceased and he believed that was the end of it but then why is he forced to work with her four years later? He believed she is out of his life. He believed he would never have to see her again after he broke their engagement with her. They were never close. They were never meant to be. Then why is she back?



Spin off to Qayamat (on Wattpad) --- Fate decides all. Fate rules all. Fates condemns all. Harold is a man of riches and noble blood. Coated in a shell of gold that couldn't shield him from the heartbreaks. Now? Now he wears the gold in an armour. Tall, strong and proud. He has no place for anyone in his life. Inayat hates the world and everyone in it. Except him. When she needed help, his armour saved her. But he wants to keep it on forever and she wants it gone. Gold maybe shiny, but can it withstand the force of her? --- Gunaah cannot be read on its own. It needs to be read after Qayamat.



(PLEASE MAKE SURE TO NOT BUY CHAPTER 14 TWICE AS IT WAS POSTED TWICE ON ACCIDENT!) When the Royal heirs meet the force the Kapoors are, they have two choices, fall or fight. A sane person would choose to fight, but when your other choice is to fall in love, what's the point of being sane?

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