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40. Part two (End of 2nd phase)
๐๐๐๐๐๐ : 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 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.
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