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Divine Love

Short Story. No unnecessary characters. Very rare plot. --- In the glass-and-steel heart of the city, one woman’s word is absolute. In the silent sanctuary of the soul, one man’s devotion is unbreakable. Smriti is the architect of a global empire, a CEO whose beauty is as legendary as her cold, calculating ruthlessness. She has spent her life acquiring everything she ever desired, convinced that power is the only truth and wealth is the only safety. But when she encounters Manu, an unremarkable employee with an extraordinary sense of peace, the foundation of her world begins to crack. Manu wants nothing that Smriti can offer. He lives a life of profound surrender, a "divine play" where he is merely an actor performing for a higher source. To a woman used to owning souls, Manu’s non-attachment is the ultimate provocation. Driven by a hunger she cannot name, Smriti descends into a dark, obsessive quest to possess the one man who is truly free. As she attempts to pull him into her gilded cage, she finds herself drawn instead into his world of silence and chanting. To have him, she must face the one thing she fears most: the annihilation of her own ego. How do you capture a heart that has already let go of the world? Divine Love is an exploration of the thin line between obsession and devotion. It is a story of power meeting peace, where a "Goddess of Commerce" must decide if she is willing to lose everything including herself to become a part of a script she didn't write.
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Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned. He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned. Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law. Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, "We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair." He pursed his lips in silence. The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride. (Declaration of Ownership Chapter) "Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company." Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past. Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party. He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, "Wife, tell him, who am I to you?" Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something. (Cherishing Her Chapter) "Young master, the young mistress said something strange today." The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities. "What did she say?" "The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful." The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June? Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs. The next day. As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.
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