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Writing love that comes with pain and heartbreak brutal than anything else.
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๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, "๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐." . 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 ๐๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ถ now. Together. ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด. 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. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. _______________________________________________________________________
โIn a world of mafia, where I donโt know if Iโll live to see the next minute, do you think Iโd let myself get caught up in a fleeting obsession?โ His gaze lifted, locking onto Shivanโs. โIn a world where I have to protect you, mom, and myself from death at every turn, do you think Iโd waste time on infatuation?โ Shivan lowered his eyes, his brotherโs piercing gaze demanding answers to questions Shivan knew he couldnโt 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 herโthe woman who had managed to slip past the walls heโd spent years building. Her face flashed before him: innocent eyes, delicate features, and a heart that was too kind for the darkness surrounding him. โJunoon nahiโฆโฆ.,โ Rudraksh's voice darkened with raw emotion, โRudraksh Raichand ka sukoon hai woh.โ Possession, protectiveness, and obsession surged through his words, unmistakable.
She didnโt 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 wasnโt 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 emotionโshe became the villain, the ungrateful one. He was given freedomโฆfree 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, thatโs what the world saw. When silence met noise, when restriction collided with freedom, when societal rules clashed with free will, when coldness brushed against warmthโ 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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