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๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ž ๐๐š๐œ๐ค

The world seemed to hold its breath. The river murmured below. A nightingale began to sing in a distant hedge.

Olive looked up at him-at this beautiful, patient, complicated man who brought her flowers and kissed her cheek and whose heart beat a wild tattoo under her palm. The last of her old fear melted away, not in a dramatic crash, but in a quiet, definitive dissolution. It was replaced by a surge of courage, and a curiosity so powerful it overrode every lingering doubt.

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Supriya R. Singh

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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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Supriya R. Singh

โ•ฐโ”ˆโžค๐…๐ž๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ ๐”๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ก โแด˜แดแด‡แด›แด‡ss โ€ข แดกส€ษชแด›แด‡ส€ โ€ข สŸแด‡แด€ส€ษดแด‡ส€โ โ€œ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ด.โ€

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