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The Slave Incarnate

The Slave Incarnate

Samaira loves Devyansh. He resorts to black magic and devil worship. He had everything, name, fame, riches etc…all that he needed except the one. What was the one he was searching for? Nobody knew except a few. They formed his core group of confides. There was nothing about love that ever came between them. But they still had a story together, a love story. It was one sided love, though. He had a plan which she couldn't figure out when at her last thought, the world slipped beneath her feet. His world, a creation of his deception and black magic housed her for a long time, leaving her with many questions unanswered. He did not have any weapon to kill but he still managed to damage her mind, body and reputation beyond any repair. By deception, he created a bad world for her. A world full of greed, lust, anger, betting, prostitution, penchant for gold and foul smell. A magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms. Waiting for her release from the magical den, she is cribbed, cabined and confined. It is no peaceful place but a haven contaminated with all things bad and abound with negative energies. Samaira has travelled past dimensions of time and space for a purpose - to lead her life with the anti-social elements of the Universe. Who are these anti-social elements? How will she lead her life with them? What do they want from her? Will they succeed? Was she an ordinary mortal or an Incarnation?
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire

Too Late For Regret, Mr. Billionaire

When I was being torn apart alive by starving dogs in an abandoned warehouse, my fiancé Forrest was drinking whiskey in our penthouse. I had called him begging for help when the serial killer cornered me, but he just yelled at me over the loud party music. "I never want to hear your voice again," he had snarled, before hanging up and leaving me to die. After my brutal death, my soul was dragged back to our shared home. I watched Forrest pull his new lover, Evelin, into his arms, letting her wear my clothes while my blood was still wet on the concrete. When the police showed him photos of my blood-soaked purse and the absolute carnage of the crime scene, he didn't shed a single tear. "She's faking it," he sneered to the detective. "She probably bought pig's blood to stage this little play just to force me to marry her." He completely erased five years of my devotion, reducing my horrific murder to a pathetic, jealous tantrum. I couldn't understand how he could be so cruel, abandoning me in the freezing rain while I was pregnant with his child just to comfort Evelin. But as my ghostly form floated above my own corpse, the terrifying truth finally hit me. Evelin hadn't just stolen my fiancé. She had deliberately dressed me in a floral gown, knowing it was the exact trigger for a local serial killer, and spoofed Forrest's phone to lure me into the trap. They think they have won, burying my existence under perfect lies. But as a dark, violent energy begins to pulse through my translucent hands, they are about to learn a terrifying lesson. A woman scorned is dangerous, but a murdered woman is a force of nature.