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Devika Allamshetty x Arvind Chowdhary Inka manchiga design cheyachu ee restaurant ni... Arvind looked up, scanning the ceiling like it personally disappointed him. Restaurant aa? a soft yet confident voice came from behind. Mi lanti architect leka ala design cheyaledulendi! He turned around - startled. A women in a simple white dress, golden mirror-bordered dupatta shining under the cafรฉ lights, stood there with a tray in hand. Devika? he blinked. Haa, she smiled, setting the tray down. First of all, idi restaurant kaadhu - cafรฉ. Cafรฉ antaru dinni. She extended her hand,Hello. I'm Devika Allemsetty. He hesitated, then shook it, smirking. Arvind Chowdhary. That's how it started - a tiny argument over architecture and coffee tables. What they didn't know was that those playful quarrels would soon turn into late-night talks about their home, their tiny garden, and the quiet love that grows between them - as Devika loves, and Arvind loves what Devika loves.



In Milan, the runway is a battlefieldโwhere silk hides scars and beauty masks blood. When Devina Moretti, a rising model, becomes the face of Casa Bellavita, Italyโs most prestigious fashion house, she thinks sheโs living her dream. Fame. Glamour. Power. But behind the flashing cameras lies a darker truthโthe fashion empire is nothing more than a glittering cover for one of Italyโs most ruthless mafia families. And Devina has just learned too much. To protect herself, she hires a bodyguard. Cold. Mysterious. Untouchable. But what she doesnโt know is that Dylan Santis isnโt just her protectorโheโs the mafia familyโs First heir, the black sheep who walked away from the throne. Falling for him was never part of the contract. Now, sheโs trapped in a world of velvet and vendetta, torn between the career sheโs always dreamed of and a forbidden love that could destroy them both. Because in this game of fashion and bloodโ loving him could cost her everything.



What if the door they warned you about... was the only one that called your name? What if the voice sounded familiar - like someone you lost? Would you open it? And when your reflection smiled back with eyes that weren't yours... would you still believe you were safe? What if you were the one possessed - but too aware to stop it? And what if the only people who could save you... were the ones already breaking? How do you fight a demon... when it's wearing your soul like skin?

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