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Writing love that comes with pain and heartbreak brutal than anything else.
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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, "𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒." . They had already seen the worst, hadn't they? And yet, there was still something lurking in the dark. Someone following them like a shadow behind a curtain, watching every move in silence, calculating every next step, waiting for the unknown moment to strike. But that was never the real surprise. The real surprise was how terribly their enemy underestimated them, their strength, their love, and the bond that had only grown deeper with time. A bond forged through pain, silence, loss, and unwavering devotion to one another. They were diamonds now, shining brighter after surviving the cruelest pressure life had thrown at them. They were no longer just Ishan and Aadhriti-the silent yearners who loved each other from afar, too afraid to reach out, too broken to believe they deserved to be held. They were 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶 now. Together. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. This is the story of how two people went from silently yearning for each other... to becoming capable of burning the whole world down for one another. A love soft and gentle at its core, yet fierce in its devotion. A love shaped by desperation, haunted by the wounds of the past, and driven by the terrifying fear of losing each other again. And perhaps that is what makes it so dangerous. 𝘚𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. _______________________________________________________________________



“In a world of mafia, where I don’t know if I’ll live to see the next minute, do you think I’d let myself get caught up in a fleeting obsession?” His gaze lifted, locking onto Shivan’s. “In a world where I have to protect you, mom, and myself from death at every turn, do you think I’d waste time on infatuation?” Shivan lowered his eyes, his brother’s piercing gaze demanding answers to questions Shivan knew he couldn’t provide. Rudraksh rose from his seat, the twist of the glass in his hand echoing the twisting storm inside him. He moved towards the window, his eyes softening as they found the moon, glowing in the night like a silent reminder of her—the woman who had managed to slip past the walls he’d spent years building. Her face flashed before him: innocent eyes, delicate features, and a heart that was too kind for the darkness surrounding him. “Junoon nahi…….,” Rudraksh's voice darkened with raw emotion, “Rudraksh Raichand ka sukoon hai woh.” Possession, protectiveness, and obsession surged through his words, unmistakable.



She didn’t rebel loudly, instead, she chose silence and that silence cut through their egos sharper than any weapon ever could. She was a girl who once found solace in romance novels but the world wasn’t kind enough to let her live in peace. They forced her back into reality, dragged her out of her dreams and when she turned cold, stripped of every emotion—she became the villain, the ungrateful one. He was given freedom…free will, family love, the kind of support people crave. But with it came responsibility. He was always the cheerful one, always making everyone happy, wearing a smile that never faltered or at least, that’s what the world saw. When silence met noise, when restriction collided with freedom, when societal rules clashed with free will, when coldness brushed against warmth— a love story began. One she never wanted, and one he never stopped dreaming of ever since he realised he was in love. ______________//_______________

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