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๐Š๐€๐‹๐€๐๐Š : A Legacy Of Destruction. ( Duet - ll)

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๐Š๐€๐‹๐€๐๐Š : 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 doesnโ€™t knowโ€”I donโ€™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 doesnโ€™t realize what sheโ€™s done to me, how sheโ€™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. Sheโ€™s under my touch, in my veins, and nowโ€ฆ thereโ€™s no escaping me. She can hate me. She can fight me. But sheโ€™ll never be free of me. Because love like this? It doesnโ€™t break. It doesnโ€™t bend. It consumes. And if she burns, then so will I. *** ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ…„๐Ÿ„ณ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ„ฐ๐Ÿ„บ๐Ÿ…‚๐Ÿ„ท Guilt, helplessness, and emptiness. Thatโ€™s all I feel when it comes to her. Iโ€”no, weโ€”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 donโ€™t know whoโ€™s more trappedโ€”her in my grasp, or me in hers. Now, with her in my arms, I realizeโ€”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.

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