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"Like a storm we cannot escape, fate sweeps us away, uncaring of our cries for mercy."
Just like that, Shanaya's life felt as though it had been swept away by an unstoppable storm. No matter how much she longed for an escape, the forces of destiny dragged her along a path she hadn't chosen.
she realized that her cries for freedom meant nothing against the tidal pull of her fate.
But then a question gnawed at her was this truly fate, or just the stubbornness of Ekaksh? Was it really destiny that kept pulling her back, or the relentless pursuit of a man. The thought unsettled her, a mix of fear and frustration. Was her life bound by destiny, or was it Ekaksh's iron grip forcing her down this path? Either way, the result was the same, she was caught in a tempest, whether spun by the hands of fate or the ruthless will of a man who wouldn’t stop until he owned her entirely.
Let me go, please!" Shanaya's voice cracked as she cried, struggling against Ekaksh’s iron grip. He dragged her from the car, his hand firm around her wrist, leaving her breathless as they approached a temple. The temple stood majestically under the dark sky, its ancient stone walls bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The wind carried the sacred sound of the bells, their distant chime echoing through the empty courtyard. There was an eerie stillness in the air, broken only by the whisper of the wind and the rustling of leaves. Why here? Why now? she thought, her heart pounding with dread as she refused to believe what her inner voice was thinking, the temple’s sacred aura pressed around them.
"Please, let me go!" she shouted again, her voice fragile against the silence. Her gaze fell on the holy fire burning at the heart of the temple, its flames flickering wildly in the midnight breeze. The glow of the fire casts long shadows on the temple’s walls, painting everything in shades of gold and crimson. The beauty of the place contrasted cruelly with the terror in her heart. The bells continued to ring softly, their sound almost mournful, as though the temple itself wept for her fate.
Ekaksh didn’t stop. He dragged her closer, his expression unreadable, and Shanaya’s breath hitched as she realized what was happening. Her pulse raced wildly, and her legs nearly gave way beneath her. The fire, once a symbol of hope and purity, now felt like the flames of her own destruction.
