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She was once wrapped in silk and sunshine, a daughter born to luxury, laughter, and love. Until one night ripped her world apart. A missing father. A fallen empire. A girl who had never known hunger was now forced to fight for survival. He was a man carved from shadows powerful, feared, untouchable. His heart, a graveyard of everything he once loved. Until she stumbled into his darkness, and for the first time, he hesitated to kill. When their worlds collide again, desire turns dangerous. He wants to touch her… to keep her… to feel alive. But the moment his trembling hand grazes her skin, he freezes and to stop himself from falling, he orders her to leave. No name. No explanation. Just silence… and a door that closes on both their hearts. Because sometimes, love doesn’t heal you it burns you clean until only the truth remains.



There’s a victorious smile on his face, the kind that belongs to a man who has finally conquered everything he ever wanted. Drunk on his own triumph, he enters the room quietly, the sound of the door closing echoing like the seal of destiny. And there she stands before him, a bride. His prize. The proof of his victory. As his gaze lingers on her, there’s no warmth in his eyes, only possession. She doesn’t look away, but her eyes hold no sparkle, no life only tears that fall silently, betraying the storm within her. He takes slow, deliberate steps toward her, his voice sharp, laced with pride and cruelty. “You made a big mistake trying to defeat me. Look now I’ve written my name over your entire life. What will you do now?” And in that moment, under the weight of his words, she realizes her silence has become her rebellion, and his victory… might just be his greatest downfall.



His breaths were deep and uneven, pounding against her skin like waves during a storm. There was something about this moment, something he could never fully explain that always left him completely intoxicated. It wasn’t just desire; it was the way she existed so quietly, yet with such power, in his world. He loved watching her—how she struggled between surrendering and resisting, her lashes fluttering as if battling the urge to close her eyes. But he didn’t want that. Not tonight. She tried to look up at him, wanting to meet his gaze, to read his expression, but something held her back—something stronger than hesitation. That’s when he smirked, knowing exactly what was happening within her. Without warning, his lips brushed against hers—not gently, but with purpose. He captured her lower lip, sucked it lightly, then bit down just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes flew open, startled, questioning. His voice, low and commanding, barely above a whisper, sent a shiver through her. “Keep looking into my eyes…” There was no space for defiance in his tone—only a quiet demand woven with need. His intense gaze held hers captive. She wanted to close her eyes, to retreat into the overwhelming sensations, but his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—had locked her in place. She tried to resist, but every part of her was now responding to the gravity of his presence. Her breath quickened. His smirk deepened, satisfied by the way her control was unraveling. Her fingers curled into the sheets, her body tense, aching for release, but his every move was deliberate, pushing her to the edge and holding her there. She was no longer in control. She was at his mercy. And strangely, that didn’t scare her… it set her free.



The corridor smelled of rain and regret. She walked barefoot, her steps unsteady, her heartbeat louder than her breath. He stood at the end of the hallway breathing heavily, searching for her like a mad man, unaware of what had already been taken from her. He turned, their eyes met. And before truth could form words, pain spoke first through her tears. That night didn’t break them apart. It chained them together forever. DECEIT AND DESIRES Not every wound bleeds. Some remember.



She has tears in her eyes, and she is standing close to the wall while pressing her mouth with both her hands. She can easily hear the sounds of shoes coming very close to her, but she does not have the courage to move an inch away from there. The sound stops suddenly. She sits down while sliding on the wall. A man's voice makes her condition worse. "Jaan" "Jaan, come out quickly, baby; I want to see you." She immediately stands up and tries to run away from there. But he quickly arrives there and grabs her from behind. He begins to inhale the natural scent of her body before placing his lips on her neck and commencing his torture. "Leave me ..... " She is unable to bear his torture and falls unconscious.



She is smiling looking at the sky while sitting there in the floodlight of the moonlit night. She loves to come and sit here often. But as soon as she realizes that he is behind her, she immediately turns her face, smiles even wider, and looks at him immediately. I am waiting for you because today again I want to tell you. I love you I love you I love you. But he still does not move even an inch from his place, not even a single word comes out from his mouth. She is very suspicious about it. She immediately asks him "Veer you still love me Nah, say it you love me" There have some tears of blood in his eyes, he starts moving backward. It is very hard for him but he disappeared into the darkness. "No veer." "Please no don't go again, don't leave me again." "I love you veer." She ran after him but he is not there. "Veer " "Veer " She is screaming very loudly but no one response to her back. "Veer no, please come back" She holds her hands tightly looks up at the sky and opens her palms with her teary vision and screams again "Blood" "Veer" "I killed you.”



Her eyes are tightly clenched as he continues to pound on her. His face dropped into her neck's crook. She firmly grasps his shoulders. However, she takes great care to ensure that her nails don't graze him. He let go and put his weight on her small, skinny body. She relaxes her hold on his shoulders, and he lifts his face away from her sweaty, red-flushed crook to get a good look at her face. He sighed and looked proudly at her upper body, where his art is on display. He then kisses her lips and completely inhales her oxygen. She closes her eyes and moves her lips in response to his lead. He turned away from her and properly covered himself before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. She welcomes the sight of his back when she opens her eyes and turns to face him. She correctly covers her face and lets out a heavy sigh. Without spending any time, she quickly gathers her clothing from the floor and puts it on. She lays down on her side once again, but this time her back is on his side. There is a sizable space separating them. She attempts to go to sleep by closing her eyes, but she finds it completely difficult. THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF LOVE WINS SERIES. I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY IT.

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