𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅,

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕,

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘.

𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.

𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅.

𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈-

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌.

🌸𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓱𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪🌸

𝟐𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫

"𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧"

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲,

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫-

𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬,

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝,

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬,

𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫,

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

🔥𝓡𝓾𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓻🔥

𝟑𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐂𝐄𝐎 & 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫,

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥-

𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫,

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝.

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"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞."

-𝓡𝓾𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓻

"𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥-

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞."

-𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓜𝓪𝓱𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓻𝓪

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"I will Divorce him" she said

"Tell me, Vanshika," he murmured, his voice now a low, chilling obligation. "What did you expect would happen when you try to tear a piece of my existence away? Hmm?

I will eliminate the world until you have nowhere left to stand but beside me. I will depopulate the earth if that is the price of keeping you. Every life you value is a secondary commodity; you are the only constant. I will erase them all, Vanshika, just to ensure that when you finally break, the only hand reaching for you is mine."

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"Congratulations, Mrs. Thakur."he said

She frowned and said "For what"

"For falling for your husband."he said with a deliberate smirk

"Besides, I'm NOT falling for the man I hate the most."

His eyes darkened, the smirk sharpening into something sharper, more dangerous. "Hate, huh?" he murmured, leaning closer so his words were meant only for me. "Interesting... because you say you hate me, and yet you're trembling next to me, caught in my hand , my hand on yours, leaning into me without even realizing it."

He then lean towards me lingering just a fraction longer, and leaned closer, his voice a low, dangerous murmur

"Tumhari nafrat bhi agar mere paas aaye,

toh main use mohabbat ki tarah samet lunga."

("Even if your hatred comes to me, I will embrace it like love."

The words hit like heat.

Like a blade wrapped in velvet.

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Then, softly... dangerously...

"Is tarah na karo adaaon se bekaboo, jaan..." His thumb grazed her jaw.

" main Jo paas aaya na... toh saans bhi nahi lene dunga."

("Don't act so out of control, darling...

If I come near you... I won't even let you breathe.")

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His voice dipped even lower, velvet and danger woven together.

"Yeh hoth bolte kam hain... behkate zyada hain.

Talab toh roz jagti hai... bas ijazat tumhari aankhon se chahta hoon."

(These lips speak less... they wander more.

The pond awakens every day... I just want permission from your eyes.)

She froze.

Because his lips find her .

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮

Hello, reader.

This is not a story that asks for permission.

It unfolds the way it chooses to.

You may question the characters.

You may question their choices.

That is intentional.

All I ask is that you read without judgment and feel without restraint.

The rest will find you.

This story lives in the grey

between right and wrong,

fire and shadow.

Thank you for giving it your time.

I hope it stays with you longer than expected.

- Eraya✨🥰