
"Dedicated to those who were left with heartbreak from what they craved the most. This one promises to heal-and seal the deal with a rainy kiss."
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"Dedicated to those who were left with heartbreak from what they craved the most. This one promises to heal-and seal the deal with a rainy kiss."
โ โ โ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ โ โ โ

I'm an author with lots of love and flaws, and I write books where women know their worth and men know how to be men. You won't find alpha or sigma males in my stories, but rather human beings who have been misunderstood by society. I don't write villains or heroes; I write those who deserve to be written.
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๐ฉ๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐โก ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐๐, the ๐ช๐ฌ๐ถ of ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐, on her path to achieving her goal of becoming the next diamond queen, suddenly faced an unexpected turn of events that sent her straight back to what she always dreaded: marriage. She wasn't gamophobic or philophobic, but the thought of sharing her space, time, and life with someone intimately made her nauseous. But life never goes the way we desire-especially not when we're stubborn enough to resist what it demands. She had dodged relationships in the past like a soldier dodges bullets, but now it seemed inevitable. She had dreamt many things-good, bad, lucky, unlucky-but never imagined being married at the age of 32, that too to someone younger than her. Enter ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ก. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is exactly a cinnamon roll. He could've been the golden child of his parents if he hadn't chosen to be a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Coming from a family of diamond merchants, it was rebellious of him to take such a step-but sometimes young blood, in rebellion, makes the best decisions. He had planned his life perfectly: gain experience, earn money, buy land in North East India, and settle there in the peace of hills and greenery. But oh, my little boy-he is now tied to a marriage he never asked for. And the worst part? He has no idea why someone so beautiful, carrying the aura of buying tens of him, decided to marry ๐๐๐. Not his elder brother. Not any cousin. But him. It wasn't just a shock-it was disbelief. He saw her eyes, and those brown orbs captivated him enough to keep him from noticing the glint of victory behind them. He had never even held a woman's hand in his entire life, yet now being hers made him feel he was in love. But... is she too? What will happen the day he discovers the reason behind the marriage?



โ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ.โ Patriarchy sacrifices the men it claims to protect and silences the women it claims to cherish. It tells the man he is a provider, but turns his choice into a cage. It tells him to be tough, until his emotions are nothing but dust. It tells him the family is his, yet leaves him to carry the burden alone. But the women? They face it daily. They break, they bleed, and they still fightโnot just for themselves, but for every soul oppressed, whether the threat is the man or the bear. Feminism is the cure, but healing is a marathon, not a sprint. > Equality doesnโt arrive in ten minutes; it arrives in the quiet, late-night choices we make for ourselves. That is the journey of The Round Table.



๐ฉ๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โก๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐โก ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐๐, the ๐ช๐ฌ๐ถ of ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐, on her path to achieving her goal of becoming the next diamond queen, suddenly faced an unexpected turn of events that sent her straight back to what she always dreaded: marriage. She wasn't gamophobic or philophobic, but the thought of sharing her space, time, and life with someone intimately made her nauseous. But life never goes the way we desire-especially not when we're stubborn enough to resist what it demands. She had dodged relationships in the past like a soldier dodges bullets, but now it seemed inevitable. She had dreamt many things-good, bad, lucky, unlucky-but never imagined being married at the age of 32, that too to someone younger than her. Enter ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ก. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is exactly a cinnamon roll. He could've been the golden child of his parents if he hadn't chosen to be a ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Coming from a family of diamond merchants, it was rebellious of him to take such a step-but sometimes young blood, in rebellion, makes the best decisions. He had planned his life perfectly: gain experience, earn money, buy land in North East India, and settle there in the peace of hills and greenery. But oh, my little boy-he is now tied to a marriage he never asked for. And the worst part? He has no idea why someone so beautiful, carrying the aura of buying tens of him, decided to marry ๐๐๐. Not his elder brother. Not any cousin. But him. It wasn't just a shock-it was disbelief. He saw her eyes, and those brown orbs captivated him enough to keep him from noticing the glint of victory behind them. He had never even held a woman's hand in his entire life, yet now being hers made him feel he was in love. But... is she too? What will happen the day he discovers the reason behind the marriage?



โ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ.โ Patriarchy sacrifices the men it claims to protect and silences the women it claims to cherish. It tells the man he is a provider, but turns his choice into a cage. It tells him to be tough, until his emotions are nothing but dust. It tells him the family is his, yet leaves him to carry the burden alone. But the women? They face it daily. They break, they bleed, and they still fightโnot just for themselves, but for every soul oppressed, whether the threat is the man or the bear. Feminism is the cure, but healing is a marathon, not a sprint. > Equality doesnโt arrive in ten minutes; it arrives in the quiet, late-night choices we make for ourselves. That is the journey of The Round Table.



๐ฉ๐๐๐ 1 ๐๐ ๐๐๐ โก๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌโก ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ "๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐; ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐." In 1950s England, a wedding ring is often a shackle. Olive has spent twenty-five years terrified of the day she would be traded away, and when the ink dries on her marriage certificate to Amos, she assumes her life is over. But when the wedding night brings no demands, no cruelty, and only an unexpected, terrifying gentleness, Olive realizes her new husband is the biggest mystery of all. In a house full of secrets and a marriage built on duty, Olive must decide if she is a prisoner-or if, for the first time, she is finally free.



โ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ.โ Patriarchy sacrifices the men it claims to protect and silences the women it claims to cherish. It tells the man he is a provider, but turns his choice into a cage. It tells him to be tough, until his emotions are nothing but dust. It tells him the family is his, yet leaves him to carry the burden alone. But the women? They face it daily. They break, they bleed, and they still fightโnot just for themselves, but for every soul oppressed, whether the threat is the man or the bear. Feminism is the cure, but healing is a marathon, not a sprint. > Equality doesnโt arrive in ten minutes; it arrives in the quiet, late-night choices we make for ourselves. That is the journey of The Round Table.

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