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2 years later
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ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:* [ š¦š²š¾šš²š¹ : 2 ] She wakes up with a blank slate, with no memory of the life before. But something feels off. Haunted by fragmented dreams and a nagging sense of unease, she can't shake the feeling that she's missing something vital. He watches from the shadows, a brooding enigma with eyes that hold both warmth and a dangerous edge. He knows her secrets, the life she's forgotten, the enemies that still hunt her. He's her nemesis, or so she believes. But his vow to protect her, even from herself, is unbreakable. When a ghost from the past resurfaces, shattering her carefully constructed reality, will she remember the love they shared? Or will the truth destroy them both? No, nothing will occur. He will not tolerate anything that harms her or her memories. He will create new memories for her and will rekindle her affection. Money. Power and Love - he would use anything to get what he wants. After all, he's never learned to lose. "šš”š'š¬ š¦š¢š§š. ššØ š¦ššššš« š¢š š¬š”š š«šš¦šš¦ššš«š¬ š¦š šØš« š§šØš. š š°š¢š„š„ š§šØš š š¢šÆš š®š© šØš§ š”šš«, š§šØ š¦ššššš« š”šØš° šš¢ššš¢šš®š„š š¢š š¢š¬ ššØš« š¦š ššØ š°šššš” š”šš« ššš”ššÆš š°šš¢š«šš„š² š°š¢šš” š¦š." ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:* š§šæš¼š½š²š : š š²šŗš¼šæš šš¼šš š§šæš®š°šø š„š²š°šæš²š®šš¶š»š“ ššµš²š¶šæ šŗš²šŗš¼šæš¶š²š šš²ššš¶š»š“ šÆš®š°šø ššµš®š'š šµš¶š šš²š®š± š¼šš²šæ šµš²š®š¹š š¼š»š¹š š³š¼šæ šµš²šæ šš®š½š½š šš»š±š¶š»š“ ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:*
*:dļ¾ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾ š§šæš¼š½š²š : šš»š²šŗš¶š²š šš¶ššµ šš²š»š²š³š¶š š¦šŗšššš šš¼š¼šø šš“š² šš®š½ (20 - 30) š”š²š¶š“šµšÆš¼šæš šš¶š½š¼š¹š®šæ š®š»š± š£š¼ššš²ššš¶šš² šš²š®š±š "š¦š°šæš²š®šŗ š š š”š®šŗš²" šš»š±š²š½š²š»š±š²š»š & šš¼š¹š± šš š *:dļ¾ā§*:dļ¾
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:* [ šššššš 1 ] Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories. Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. These stories only serve to devastate. Ruins have the ability to take lives, destroy people's hopes, and then bring comfort. In other people's ruin. But the question is, can you be happy and sane if your love forgets you for a night? Not at all, right? Ada Sharma is a courageous, fearless girl who has put up with her father's violence for years in order to protect someone she has never seen but believes is still alive. Vidyut Agarwal demonstrated vulnerability in real life. He believed that there is no such thing as love in this world, only lust. But she will make him reveal his feelings, proving him wrong. They've loathed each other for years, but destiny is pushing them to love and kiss in order to heal each other's scars. Either now, or never. But what if his hatred for her suddenly becomes his possession? Will she embrace him for who he is, or will something horrible happen to make her forget his existence? ššššš«šš„š„ š§šØ šØš§š š¢š¬ š¢š§š§šØššš§š š¢š§ š”š¢š¬ ššš«šš”. ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:* šššššš: š¦š¹š¼š šÆššæš» š„š¼šŗš®š»š°š² šš¶š š ššš² ššÆššš¶šš² šš®ššµš²šæ šš²š®š¹š¶š»š“ š§šæš®ššŗš®š "š¢šµš¼! š š®šŗ š³š®š¹š¹š¶š»š“ š¶š» šš¼šš²" "š š²šŗš¼šæš šš¼šš š§šæš®š°šø" ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:*
*:dļ¾ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾ Once a beacon of laughter, her 18th birthday unfurled a darkness that swallowed her light whole. The girl who knew no guile became a veiled threat, a sweet poison capable of lethal grace. Unseen identities flickered beneath her charming facade, never betraying the danger that lurked within. She was a doll, exquisitely crafted for destruction, her strings pulled by a phantom hand. Then he came, a sun-drenched meadow, a vibrant forest. Her mission demanded she entwine herself with his life, a cruel deception she executed with chilling success, leaving his heart a smoldering ruin. The blame rained down ā from her family, from the world, and most brutally, from within. On the precipice of oblivion, he became her unexpected anchor. But the puppet master's game wasn't over. He was snatched, a pawn in a twisted plot that finally shattered her carefully constructed reality. The truth ignited the inferno within her ā she was a victim, blackmailed for sins that weren't hers. The hot temper that always simmered beneath the surface finally boiled over. The strings were severed, the roles reversed. Now, she holds the reins, and the manipulator will learn what it truly means to be a puppet in the hands of a woman forged in fire and reborn in vengeance. Her sweetness now carries the sharp tang of iron, her beauty the chilling gleam of power. The game has changed, and the hunter has become the prey. "ššØšÆš šš š§š¢ššš¬, ššš«š¤š§šš¬š¬ š šš„š„š¬. š š°š¢š„š„ š š¢š š”š" *:dļ¾ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾ š§šæš¼š½š²š : šš¶š±š±š²š» š¦š²š°šæš²šš š¦ššæš¼š»š“ šš š ššæššŗš½š & š„š²šš²šæšš² š¦šš»ššµš¶š»š² "šš®š» šøš¶š¹š¹ š³š¼šæ š²š®š°šµ š¼ššµš²šæ" šš²š®š¹š¶š»š“ šš²šæ š§šæš¶š“š“š²šæš¶š»š“ šš¼š»šš²š»š "š§š¼šš°šµ šµš¶šŗ š®š»š± š±š¶š²" šš®š½š½š šš»š±š¶š»š“ *:dļ¾ā§*:dļ¾
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