The Forbidden Manuscript : a Villain's Tale
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  • Parts 59
  • Time 12h 21m
Complete, First published Jul 28, 2024
Nandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figure of torment throughout her life, met with a fatal accident. The trauma of that night left an indelible scar on her soul.

Five years later, Nandini emerged as a successful and famous writer, her books captivating readers worldwide. Yet, she remained a phantom, her identity concealed from the public eye. The story that had been her first love remained unpublished, a secret burden she could not bear to revisit.

Unbeknownst to her, the villain of that story, a creation of her own imagination, had somehow crossed into the real world on the night of her father's death. With smoldering red eyes and striking grey hair, he possessed a dark allure that captivated all who encountered him. In her book, he was Asura, a name that inspired fear and awe. In the real world, he adopted the name Yashwardhan Singhania and rose to power, becoming the most formidable and wealthy businessman in the world.

Yashwardhan had not forgotten the injustice of his literary demise. For five years, he scoured the earth for the author who had condemned him to a tragic end. His quest was driven by a twisted blend of vengeance and obsession. When he finally discovered Nandini, his fury gave way to an all-consuming love, a mad infatuation with the woman who had created him.

Nandini's quiet existence was shattered when Yashwardhan stepped into her life, a storm of power and passion. As their worlds collided, she was forced to confront the shadows of her past and the monstrous reality of her own creation.

In a battle of wills, desire, and destiny, Nandini and Yashwardhan's story unfolded in ways neither could have foreseen. Would she be able to escape the clutches of the man who was both her greatest enemy and her deepest desire? Only time would tell.
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