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Arjun's angry voice resounded as he demanded to know what was going on when the lounge's lights suddenly went out. The stage was briefly illuminated by a spotlight, and a woman was seen standing in the middle. The crowd fell silent as the music started, and her face was covered behind a mask.
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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 - 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭.
𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. 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 doesn’t know—I don’t 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 doesn’t realize what she’s done to me, how she’s 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. She’s under my touch, in my veins, and now… there’s no escaping me. She can hate me. She can fight me. But she’ll never be free of me. Because love like this? It doesn’t break. It doesn’t bend. It consumes. And if she burns, then so will I. *** 🅁🅄🄳🅁🄰🄺🅂🄷 Guilt, helplessness, and emptiness. That’s all I feel when it comes to her. I—no, we—Yes! 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 don’t know who’s more trapped—her in my grasp, or me in hers. Now, with her in my arms, I realize—she 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.
𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗞𝗔 𝗥𝗔𝗝𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜 He calls me a rebel. Maybe I am. But if I am the rebel, then he’s the hunter... and now, I’m the one being hunted. I left him at the wedding pavilion. I thought I was doing the right thing. But running from him only caged me deeper—in guilt, in pain, in silence. He didn’t move on. He came back with fire in his eyes and a vow to make me his… no matter what. Now, I wear his name. Not out of love, but out of punishment. I’m not free anymore—I’m claimed. Caged. And maybe… a part of me doesn’t want to escape.
"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨. 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? " She says before turning around to leave. But he held her from her waist and said "𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗".
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