ππππππ : A Legacy Of Destruction. ( Duet - ll)
She thinks she can leave. That she can slip through my fingers like a whisper in the wind. But she doesnβt knowβI donβt let go. Not of her. Not of the woman who branded herself into my soul. Esha Shivam Agnihotri. My torment. My salvation. My ruin. She doesnβt realize what sheβs done to me, how sheβs carved herself into every breath I take. I see her in my sleepless nights, in my darkest thoughts, in the rage that simmers beneath my skin. Sheβs under my touch, in my veins, and nowβ¦ thereβs no escaping me. She can hate me. She can fight me. But sheβll never be free of me. Because love like this? It doesnβt break. It doesnβt bend. It consumes. And if she burns, then so will I. *** π π π³π π°πΊπ π· Guilt, helplessness, and emptiness. Thatβs all I feel when it comes to her. Iβno, weβYes! We lost an important part of our lives, something we never even knew existed. And yet, the ache of that emptiness lingers, cutting deeper than any wound. She stands before me, fierce yet fragile, hating me with every breath she takes. But hate is a luxury neither of us can afford. Not when our fates are entwined in blood, betrayal, and a past that refuses to stay buried. I married Purvanshi for revenge. To destroy everything she held dear. But now, I donβt know whoβs more trappedβher in my grasp, or me in hers. Now, with her in my arms, I realizeβshe is the only thing worth saving. And for her, I will rewrite destiny itself. And I will burn the world before I let her go.
