
45 YEAR OLD
FATHER TO VISHAKHA
KING TO MEWAR

50 YEAR OLD
FATHER TO YANSONG AND LINA

SISTER TO YANSONG
25 YEAR OLD
MAFIA PRINCESS

BESTFRIEND TO VISHAKHA
25 YEAR OLD
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Deewangi Writess


45 YEAR OLD
FATHER TO VISHAKHA
KING TO MEWAR

50 YEAR OLD
FATHER TO YANSONG AND LINA

SISTER TO YANSONG
25 YEAR OLD
MAFIA PRINCESS

BESTFRIEND TO VISHAKHA
25 YEAR OLD
โบโโ โ๏ธ โโบโโ
Deewangi Writess

Do you not understand the concept? ๐ ๐โจ Welcome, my lovelies ๐น This is your author - Deewangi Writess Dil se likha, yaadon mein basaa, lafzon ke sahaare. A hopeless teen raised on 90s love songs, believing in handwritten letters, stolen glances, and promises that last longer than time. I write stories where love waits, aches quietly, and feels a little too much - just like the films we grew up on. Book 1: Vows of Shadow and Silk Book 2: Qurbaan Hua Book 3: Qismat Nama Book 4: Kasam Tere Pyaar Ki Your reads, votes, and comments are my background music. Do leave your thoughts - they keep my pen moving and my heart full. ๐
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"๐๐๐ข๐ง ๐ค๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฉ๐." เคเฅเคฐเฅเคฌเคพเคจ เคนเฅเค เคคเฅเคฐเฅ เคคเคฟเคถเฅเคจเคเฅ เคฎเฅเค เคฏเฅเค เคเฅเคฐเฅเคฌเคพเคจ เคนเฅเค เคคเฅเคฐเฅ เคเคถเคฟเคเฅ เคฎเฅเค เคฏเฅเค เคนเฅ เคนเฅ เคฌเฅเคเฅเคฆเฅ เคฎเฅเค เคฌเฅเคเคฒเฅ เคฎเฅเค เคฌเฅเคเคธเฅ เคฎเฅเค เคนเฅเค Zaid Iqbal never believed in direction. He lived loose-lazy, reckless, wearing a careless smirk like life was something to pass time with, not hold onto. Nothing rooted him. Nothing asked him to stay. Until the day she collided with him. Gauri Tripathi. His best friend's sister. A line he was never supposed to cross. A name he was never meant to feel. But she didn't just brush past him-she shifted something inside him. Unsettled the quiet chaos he called his life. And somewhere between that moment and the next breath, Zaid fell. First. And helplessly hard. Loving her gave him direction for the first time. It pulled him into depths he never knew existed-where love stopped being a feeling and became devotion, where sacrifice didn't scare him anymore, and losing himself felt worth it if it meant finding her. Gauri believed in Har Har Mahadev. In Lord Shankar. In the honour of her parents and the values etched into her soul. She was certainty where he was chaos. The head girl-brilliant, disciplined, unwavering. Faith wasn't something she chose; it was who she was. And when a man loves without restraint, when he kneels before love the way others kneel before God- while a woman stands bound by belief, family, and destiny- Love does not arrive softly. It collides. With hearts. With faith. With fate itself. QURBAAN HUA (PHASE I) A tale of how far a man can walk, bleed, break-and still rise. All for the woman he loves. Book started on October 31, 2025



"๐๐ช๐ช๐ท๐ช, ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ป๐ธ๐ ๐พ๐น... ๐๐ฎ'๐ต๐ต ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ธ๐๐ท ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ, ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ?" Her voice was soft, innocent, and full of hope, like a dream she wanted so badly it could light up the world. "๐๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ธ๐พ๐ป๐ผ๐ฎ, ๐๐ช๐ช๐ท๐ฒ," he whispered back, his words warm and reassuring. "๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐พ๐ป ๐ธ๐๐ท ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ." Another whisper followed, light and eager, matching her excitement perfectly, as if their hearts were already dreaming together. Two souls met at an age where dreams felt eternal and promises felt unbreakable. They spoke of a future with the certainty only innocence carries-of a home, of togetherness, of forever. A kasam was made. Quiet. Sacred. Meant only for two hearts. But time has a way of testing even the purest vows. As years pass, silences grow louder, paths begin to shift, and destiny starts asking questions love never prepared for. Not every promise is shattered-some are simply left waiting, suspended between what was said and what was never meant to happen. What follows is not just a story of love, but of fate, choices, and emotions that refuse to settle. Because some bonds don't break... they haunt, they linger, and they quietly shape everything that comes after. Kฮฑสฮฑษฑ Tาฝษพาฝ Pแงฮฑฮฑษพ Kฮน - VOLUME 1



๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข, ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข, ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐ค๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข, ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ค๐๐ก๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ ๐, ๐ค๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ข, ๐๐๐ง๐ฃ๐ก๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ "I thought I knew what it meant to be broken. But then I married him." Kashi was no stranger to pain. Life had already left her with scars hidden beneath her quiet grace, teaching her to love in silence and endure in shadows. A classical dancer with a heart too tender for the world, she had learned to breathe through heartbreak-softly, silently, like silk holding itself together by a thread. Then she was forced into marriage with Bai Minsheng. The heir of the Chinese mafia. Ruthless. Cold. A man who carried storms in his eyes and power in every step. Their vows were not love. They were a deal. And on their wedding night, he disappeared-leaving her to wilt in his grand, suffocating mansion, forgotten and unloved. But Kashi did love. She loved him with every fragile breath, with a devotion that felt like air in her lungs-even when he wasn't there to see it. Now, Minsheng has returned. Harder. Colder. More merciless than before. And this time, he doesn't just forget her... He shatters what's left of her. But silk, though delicate, does not tear without a fight. And sometimes, even shadows must bow to the light. VOWS OF SILK AND SHADOWS - SERIES 1

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