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~ Anushka Rajvanshi is 25 and an aspiring fashion designer. stubborn, bold, magnetic.
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๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ค. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ง'๐ญ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐'๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง - ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐, ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ - ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐ซ๐ญ - ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐๐ก๐'๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ. ๐๐'๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐ฌ. ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ... ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐? ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก. ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ข๐ฌ๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ญ.
๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ฏ๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ง. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.
She thinks she can leave. That she can slip through my fingers like a whisper in the wind. But she doesnโt knowโI donโt 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 doesnโt realize what sheโs done to me, how sheโs 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. Sheโs under my touch, in my veins, and nowโฆ thereโs no escaping me. She can hate me. She can fight me. But sheโll never be free of me. Because love like this? It doesnโt break. It doesnโt bend. It consumes. And if she burns, then so will I. *** ๐ ๐ ๐ณ๐ ๐ฐ๐บ๐ ๐ท Guilt, helplessness, and emptiness. Thatโs all I feel when it comes to her. Iโno, weโYes! 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 donโt know whoโs more trappedโher in my grasp, or me in hers. Now, with her in my arms, I realizeโshe 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.
Fifteen years ago, a family was torn apartโburned, brutalized, and buried in lies. A house reduced to ashes. A mother defiled. A father slaughtered. A little girl lost. And a boy accused of a crime he didnโt commit. Now, Rudraksh Agnihotri is no longer the helpless child who watched his world collapse. He has risen from the ruinsโruthless, untouchable, and determined to hunt down every last soul responsible for that night. But the past is never that simple. Anwesha Agnivanshi, the ethereal princess of Indore, is revered for her beauty, grace, and innocence. But is she truly what she appears to be? A curse follows her, they say. But perhaps it is not she who is cursedโbut those who dare to cross her. Omkar Singh Chauhan, a man who never intended to step into this labyrinth of blood and betrayal, now finds himself ensnared in a game far deadlier than he ever imagined. But is he merely an unfortunate pawn, or does he, too, carry a secret of his own? And then thereโs Purvanshi, the woman bound to Rudraksh in name, yet unaware of the storm she has walked into. A woman whose fate is entwined with sins she never committed, but for which she will suffer the consequences. When vengeance consumes love and the past refuses to stay buried, will she survive the man she calls her husband? As darkness rises, secrets unravel, and the hunt beginsโwho will be the predator, and who will be the prey?
"๐๐ฉ'๐จ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ช๐จ. ๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ? " She says before turning around to leave. But he held her from her waist and said "๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐'๐ก๐ก ๐ก๐๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ง๐'๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ก๐๐ก ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐".
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