I stood in the center of the room, my hands resting on the edge of the table, staring at the space that had held generations of memories. This palace was more than just a structureโit was a legacy, a foundation of everything we were. Yet, deep down, I knew it was time to leave.
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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.
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.
๐๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ He calls me a rebel. Maybe I am. But if I am the rebel, then heโs the hunter... and now, Iโm 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 deeperโin guilt, in pain, in silence. He didnโt move on. He came back with fire in his eyes and a vow to make me hisโฆ no matter what. Now, I wear his name. Not out of love, but out of punishment. Iโm not free anymoreโIโm claimed. Caged. And maybeโฆ a part of me doesnโt want to escape.
"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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