The sky bled grey, bruised and weeping rain, as Meher sat in the backseat, her fingers digging into the embroidered silk of her dupatta as if it were her last anchor. The winding roads swallowed them deeper into the hills, trees blurring into indistinguishable shadows. She wasn't looking. Her mind was a caged bird, fluttering frantic wings around one name, one man.
Aarav Singh Rathore.
Hey beautiful readers ✨ If you're here, it means you've found Sinful Yearning — and that means the world to me. This story is more than just ink and fire — it’s a piece of my heart, and I’m so grateful you’ve chosen to walk through it with Meher and Aarav. Your reads, votes, and comments aren't just numbers — they’re pure magic. They push me to keep writing, dreaming, and creating stories that make your heart race and your soul ache. 💭 If you love this journey and want to support me even more: 💬 Leave a comment — I read every single one. 💛 Vote for chapters — it fuels the fire. 📣 Share the story with your fellow dark romance lovers. 🌸 Follow me for updates, sneak peeks, and steamy extras! And if you ever just want to say hi… my inbox is open 💕 With all my heart, Meera Dogra author of Sinful Yearning
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