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Ishq or Intaqam (the love story of nurse and buisness man)

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Anaya was never supposed to remember who she really was. But when a series of coordinated attacks throws the city into chaos, she is forced into a deadly game controlled by an invisible network—one that manipulates fear, destruction, and control with terrifying precision. What begins as a fight for survival quickly turns into something far more dangerous. With Kabir, a sharp and fearless ally, Anaya dives deeper into the shadows, facing ambushes, betrayals, and relentless enemies at every step. Together, they dismantle the network piece by piece, pushing beyond human limits—until they finally bring down the mastermind behind it all. For a moment, it’s over. But the silence that follows hides a darker truth. Because the real enemy was never defeated. From the shadows emerges a man who doesn’t just know Anaya… he understands her. A man who was there long before this war began. A man who didn’t just control the system—he built it. And worse… He built her. As buried memories begin to surface, Anaya is forced to confront a past that was stolen from her—a secret program of psychological conditioning, combat training, and memory suppression. Her strength, her instincts, her ability to survive against impossible odds… none of it was accidental. She was designed to be a weapon. Now, that weapon is being called back. When the enemy initiates “Phase 2,” the city descends into controlled collapse. Power grids fail, communication networks crumble, and panic spreads like wildfire. At the center of it all is a single message: 6 hours. No explanation. No mercy. Just a countdown toward something catastrophic. As the clock ticks down, Anaya and Kabir are pushed to their limits. Trust begins to crack under pressure, and the enemy turns their greatest strength into their biggest weakness. Kabir becomes a target, a pawn in a psychological game designed to break Anaya from within. And this time, the battle isn’t just physical. It’s mental. Personal. Unavoidable. To stop what’s coming, Anaya must do the one thing she has feared the most—embrace the part of herself that was created, controlled, and buried deep inside. A darker, more dangerous version of who she is. Because this isn’t just a fight against an enemy anymore. It’s a fight against her own identity. And in a world where control is power and truth is a weapon, Anaya must decide— Will she remain a creation of the past… Or become something even the man who made her can no longer control?
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Synopsis. Two Lycan Princes. One dragon Princess. One brother holds her like she's breakable. The other fucks her like she is not. They have the same face. And She has no idea which one she's falling for. ** We heard it. A knock on the door. "Tilly Ann!" Fuck, it was my brother Kessington. "Tilly Ann!" My eyes darted to the man in between my legs, his eyes dancing with mischief. Oh no! Don't you dare play another game right now, Chase Dubois! "Tilly Ann! I heard screams. Are you alright? I'm coming inside." Chase smiled and licked my pussy. "A threesome. I have never fucked a brother and a sister at the same time before…" I covered his mouth with my palm and when he fought me, I tightened my thighs around his neck and squeezed. "I'm so fucking turned on right now..." I tightened my hold, choking him to silence as Kessington started to push the door open. "Tilly?" "Fuck off, Kessington. It's just a bug and I'm not decent!" I yelled at the door. A pause. Long enough that my heart stopped. Then: "You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing in there, Tilly Ann. Mama will kill you. And then me, for not stopping it." "I'm NOT!" I shrieked. I had no patience to decipher what exactly I wasn't supposed to be doing "Go away!" I heard retreating footsteps and once again I was left with the man between my legs. I released him. He looked at me, grinning despite the red marks on his neck. "Have you considered being tied up during our session, darling? Choke me again and I will tie you up." I leaned in. Like I was going to whisper something sweet, and when he was hooked, I whispered. "Get out" Every part of me protested. He rested his forehead against my trembling thigh for a moment, his breathing ragged. And out of control. "Sweetheart. You are killing me." He stood regardless, pulling me gently against himself. Stroking my back. "Okay. Until next time, Winchester," he whispered, his voice rough with want He kissed my temple. Then he leaned in to whisper "Next time, I will use my cock. You are going to love it, won't you, Tilly Ann?" I leaned in, a little smile playing on my lips to whisper. "Get out… Chase Dubois. There's no next time. I don't want your cock or you" He smiled back, walking towards the door. "You will, Winchester." He opened the door. "You will." --- This is a steamy, twist-filled romantasy for readers who love enemies to lovers, mistaken identity, and falling for the wrong twin.
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