I will love you till my last breath.

I will love you till my last breath.

Aakanksha tiwari

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I have never thought I would go through this in my life . I have been crying since the last night , now my tears are all dried from my eyes or you can say tired of coming out of my eyes . This is the second time in my life I have been crying like a mad person. Till now I only cried for 2 person and both of them have changed my life, my life is currently enjoying a roller coaster ride. "Ok so enough of crying now" I told myself and stand from bathroom floor ,wash my face _______ Now let's see what turn her life take will she leave it and love him one sided till her last breath? Or She will do something about it ? For finding out read the book ' I love u till my last breath ' And ya remember don't go deep with the title.............

Chapter 1 Introduction

Text copyright © 2021 Aakanksha Tiwari and Jarvic for you all here.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organisations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.

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Acknowledgements, and a Note for My Readers

Hi all,

Congratulations-you picked up a book! You left YouTube, Instagram, Facebook or whatever exciting stuff we have on our phones and picked up a book.

And you picked up my book-so thank you for that.

Thank you to those who love me and my book, and those who don't. Everyone contributes in their own way.

I am very thankful for my family and my extended family here.

Enjoy.....

Story of broken hearts, broken trusts, betrayal, lust, possessiveness, jealously and most importantly love.

In this book you will find romance, misunderstandings, sadness, happiness, extreme torture, violence, and extreme emotions.

This book is about two broken hearts who came together and complete each other.

They both love each other and can do anything for their love but as everything fairy tale has a twist this story also have many twist and turns.

Will they love each other till their last breath or get separate by the hurdles that will come in between their path?

Read this story and find out about the roads and destiny of their life.

This is my first book do please do support me and give suggestions so that I can improve and make you feel each and every moment of this story. I will try my best to make you feel and visualize the story.

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