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CHAPTER 8

Sunday morning. The sun was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, looking far too cheerful for a day that felt like the beginning of the end.

My stomach was doing somersaults, and for once, it wasn't because of Ishaan’s intense gaze.

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AUTHOR MEDUSA

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Recently I have opened a small shelter for stray dogs and cats. No force to anyone. If anyone are willing to they can help me out. That's all. Thankyou.

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AUTHOR MEDUSA

I write dark hearts, dangerous secrets, and love stories that feel more like a war than a fairytale. In my world, obsession is stronger than love, and nobody leaves unscarred. 🖤 🔞❤️‍🩹☠️

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