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A Lost Love and A Burning Desire For Revenge

A Lost Love and A Burning Desire For Revenge

Sana Tanveer

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In the world, Zaryab loves her fiance, Hoorain the most. But she deceived him, left him in agony and even killed him. The deceit and conflict of domination changed him, he became a ruthless tyrant who can go any limits for vengeance. He forgot how to smile again in a burning desire for revenge.Ā  Then he met her when he was drunk in the bar. He found that peace in her embrace which he was craving for a long time. He slept with her in a drunken state.Ā  Zaryab woke up, he saw an unknown girl sleeping beside him on the bed who called him her lost lover. Although he never met her in his life. Who is the girl calling Zaryab her boyfriend? Why did Zaryab let her live in her false hope of love?

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The book is available on yepnovel name as "Infidelity:You were not mine"

Ethan watched as Isabella hastily left the van, her silhouette fading into the rain-soaked darkness. As he reached for his phone to put it on silent mode, he noticed a string of missed calls from Scarlett, his girlfriend. His heart sank as he remembered the reason behind her persistent attempts to reach him. It was her birthday today, a day he had carelessly forgotten amidst the chaos of filming and his burgeoning attraction to Isabella.

Self-recrimination gnawed at Ethan's conscience. How could he have been so thoughtless? Scarlett deserved better than this. He cursed himself for losing track of time and neglecting the person who meant the world to him.

Without wasting a moment, Ethan started the car engine, his mind filled with a single purpose-to reach Scarlett and make things right. The tires screeched as he accelerated onto the rain-soaked streets, navigating through the blur of headlights and the symphony of raindrops against the windshield.

His heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and determination. He replayed memories of their time together, the laughter they shared, the dreams they nurtured as a couple. He couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her, especially on her special day.

Ethan arrived at the venue, his car halting in a frenzy of controlled chaos. He sprinted towards the entrance, his eyes scanning the crowded room until they met Scarlett's. Her gaze was a blend of worry, hurt, and a flicker of hope.

Pushing through the crowd, Ethan reached her side, breathless and drenched from the rain. He held her face tenderly in his hands, rainwater mixing with their tears as they stood in a world of their own.

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