" The fear is not from the enemies but from the loved ones who attack from behind with a smile."
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In Italy, both Vikram and Alia lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies bare, intertwined in a moment of raw intimacy.
Alia snuggled closer, resting her head on Vikram's chest. She traced lazy circles on his skin with her finger, her eyes fixed on his face.
"What do you like so much about Ruhi that you don't want to leave her?" she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of jealousy.
Vikram cupped her cheek gently, his thumb brushing her skin as he replied, "I can't tell you, Alia. There's something that forces me to tolerate her for so long."
He sighed, his eyes darkening with an unspoken burden. "Once I marry her, I'll make life so difficult for her that she'll leave me on her own."
Alia frowned, her brows knitting together in confusion. "Why do you want to marry her then?" she pressed.
Vikram chuckled but didn't answer her question. His mind wandered to his hidden motives, a twisted plan that, if successful, would lead to someone else's downfall. Little did he know, his scheme was already on the brink of ruin, sabotaged by someone he hadn't anticipated.
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It's been 13 days since I last saw Atharva, and the wedding preparations are in full swing. My mother and grandfather are overjoyed with this match.
A few days ago, I overheard them talking. Grandfather was expressing how happy he was because Atharva is such a good match for me. But there's an uneasiness in my heart that I can't shake. I've been trying to call Alia and Vikram for so long, but neither of them is answering. I can't understand why Alia has suddenly gone silent. Why isn't she picking up the phone?
