Dharkan Novel By Rania Mehar Novels & Stories

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

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Thank you so much for spending your time to read this story and stick through the end of it. It finally came to an end and I feel elated to have my Meera and Dhruv get together. I hope you all have enjoyed this story. What was your favourite moment in the story? Who was your favourite character? I would love to hear out all your thoughts. My sincere apologies for the mistakes throughout the novel. I promise to work on them while editing to make this story a better read for the future readers. For those who don't know, I also have another story written here known as "The Alpha of Knight". It's a Werewolf love story, so if you like my work then please do give it a shot.

Jet black hair, pleasant face, and a scar of honor for fighting a lion. Mehama Kahn cannot believe that the woman who caused him to swear was the child he thought of removing from Clapestris so that trouble will not come to that kingdom. He had sworn and he cannot take it back. No one knows why he must regret his vow. He kept it in himself how surprised he is. “Darina,” Mehama Khan uttered. “The foster sibling of Prince Thariem.” “It’s been too long, Mehama Khan,” Darina beamed a sly smile, like one of a master tactician who has fulfilled her plans.