A man and a woman, bathed in a gentle, ethereal light, glided across an unseen floor. Their movements were fluid, graceful, a perfect harmony of motion. Laughter, light and airy, floated on the unseen breeze, mingling with the sweet strains of a distant melody.
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*:ļ½„ļ¾ā§*: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 *:ļ½„ļ¾ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:* šššššššš: " Just leave me alone , abandon me like everyone else ! " she yelled and broke down . I want to console her and badly wanted to hug her , but I can't , I can't after what I had done 3 years ago . Iam the sole reason why she is in this stage . My heart pang seeing her like this . I wish I had a time machine so that I could go and reserve everything that I had done and the things that happened that day . I kneeled down in front of her , tears were flowing unknowingly from my eyes " How can someone abandon their love , Tridha ! " I whispered but deep down I know I was the one who abandon his love , his heartbeat from himself . I was the stupid one but now I will rectify all my mistake and win her back no matter what it cost me , but I WILL . šššššš: - Bestfriends to Lovers - Broken Hearts - Slow Burn - Forced Marriage - Friendship Goals - Mystery ššššššššš šššššššš š± šššššš šššššš ā§ļ½„ļ¾: *ā§ļ½„ļ¾:*
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:*
*:ļ½„ļ¾ā§*: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" *:ļ½„ļ¾ā§*: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“ *:ļ½„ļ¾ā§*:ļ½„ļ¾
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