J H A N V I
As the car rolled past the grand iron gates of the Goel Mansion, I could feel my heartbeat hammering in my chest. My fingers curled into my dress as I fought the overwhelming urge to shrink into myself.ย
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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.
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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