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Veiled queen : A future queen in borrowed clothes
"Sometimes the one who loves the most is the one who leaves first. " She came to Mumbai as a maid with nothing but a fake name, simple clothes, and secrets heavy enough to bend her spine. No one knew she was from a royal family of Rajasthan. No one knew she was hiding from enemies who wanted her silenced. No one knew the quiet girl washing dishes at midnight was born to a life of power, not servitude Khwaish learned early how to disappear. Zayan never had to. Loved by his family, admired by everyone, careless with hearts-including his own-he lived like tomorrow was guaranteed. The only thing he hated was his elder brother, Sameer. The rivalry between them was old, bitter, and dangerous in ways no one spoke about which made zayan do something he regretted his life.. She entered his house as a maid. She entered his life by accident. She fell first. She fell harder. And when she finally learned to let go, he realized-too late-that the girl he never noticed was the only one who had ever truly seen him. But secrets have teeth. And enemies don't forget. In a city that doesn't care who you were born as, can love survive when the truth finally steps out of the shadows? Blurb ~~~~~~ Khawaiish...."Rose Day pe aapne rose diya. Chocolate Day pe chocolates. Teddy Day pe teddy bear..." "You're serious?" Zayan said between laughs. "I only gave you those because girls at college gave them to me. I didn't want to throw them away. They were useless to me. And you thought I loved you?"
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