ππππ: π―ππ πΆππππππππ, π―ππ πΎππ
Ist Book of "Javeda Shapit Mohobbat" series
In the 14th century, when kingdoms were ruled by π
πππ, πππππ, and π
ππππ, one name was whispered across continents like a curse- The Sultan of Shariwan, the Arabian Sultan no one had ever truly seen. No-one knows his name?.. His face was hidden behind πππππ πππππ, his body built like war itself, and his ππππ ππππ carried the silence of a man who had never learned mercy. He had conquered lands, broken empires, and sworn never to belong to anyone.
Until a πππ walked into his kingdom.
ππ«ππ―πππ’ πππ―π―ππ§π¬π‘π’ was not meant to be noticed. Disguised, sharp-tongued, chaotic, and dangerously fearless, she entered his land carrying πππππππ instead of weapons. A warrior princess forced into survival, used by her own kingdom as a ππππ ππ
πππ, loved by almost no one except her own πππ
πππππ. She laughs too loud, fights too hard, and refuses to bow-even when death is staring at her.
But what happens when a ππππππ ππππππ steps into the path of a πππππππππ ππππ
the world fears?
Will her πππππππ be enough to survive?
Will her πππ
πππππ protect her from a man who plays by his own rules?
Or will she discover that some πππππππ are far closer than they seem, and far more ππππππππππππ than fear itself...?
Every glance can ignite a πππππ.
Every choice can tip the scales between πππ
π and ππππ.
And in a world where πππππ is a weapon, and πππππ is blood, the line between ππππππ and ππππππ is dangerously thin.
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