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Tangled Dance of Hearts

LittleRedMist
Anya Varma was always the calm in her brothers' storm. Sheltered but sharp, born into a mafia legacy but raised with gentle defiance, she is sent to Dehradun for her safety- and her freedom- along with her third brother, Advay. Far away from the bloodstained streets of Kochi, she finds a slice of normalcy. And in that world, she meets Agastya Varde. Rough around the edges, brooding, and magnetic, Agastya is the teenage boy who makes silence feel loud. The heir to a powerful North Indian mafia syndicate, Agastya is everything Anya should stay away from- but can't. They clash, constantly fighting not because they hate each other but because neither of them knows how to say what they truly feel. Their love story begins with unspoken glances, hidden smiles, and a bond so fierce it terrifies them both. But on the last day of high school- when both finally gather the courage to confess- Anya disappears without a word. No goodbye. No note. Just absence. Years pass. Agastya rises. He builds his throne in the underworld, ruthless and untouchable, haunted by the girl who left him with unfinished sentences and unanswered questions. Then, on a rain-soaked night, she returns. Covered in blood. Unconscious. And very much a target. At 24, Anya is no longer the quiet girl from Dehradun. She's fire reborn. And this time, Agastya isn't letting her go, no matter how many bodies fall in the way. A love once left unspoken now becomes a war cry. Because some stories don't get second chances. They demand retribution.
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