⚠️ Chapter Warning: Mature & Intense Content ⚠️
This chapter contains graphic violence, explicit torture, mentions of sexual assault, and extreme emotional distress. It delves into themes of trauma, revenge, and psychological breakdown, which may be disturbing for some readers.
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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.
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.
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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