AADHRITI'S POV :
After breakfast, I changed into a traditional Anarkali suit, the soft fabric flowing around me as I made my way to the palace garden. The morning sun streamed through the jharokhas, casting golden patterns on the marble floors as I walked down the long hallway.
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“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.
Their hearts refused to get separated but their destiny had some other plans.
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