Prithvi stepped out of the room, Tara's words echoing in his mind like a haunting refrain. The weight of her accusation bore down on him, each syllable a dagger piercing his heart.
He struggled to maintain his composure, to suppress the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
His throat constricted with the effort of holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. He leaned heavily against the nearby pillar, his body trembling with the weight of his anguish.
Every fiber of his being ached with the pain of Tara's betrayal, the depth of her accusation cutting him to the core.
In that moment of vulnerability, Prithvi felt utterly alone, the weight of his burden crushing him beneath its suffocating embrace.
He closed his eyes, willing himself to find the strength to endure, to face the harsh reality that now lay before him. But deep down, he knew that the wounds inflicted by Tara's words would not easily heal, leaving him adrift in a sea of doubt and despair.
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Prithvi stood on the terrace, the cool night air enveloping him as he gazed up at the moon, its soft glow casting a tranquil light over the surroundings.
But amidst the serenity of the night, his mind was plagued by memories of the past, haunting echoes of a time he wished he could forget.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. Yet, like specters emerging from the darkness, they persisted, relentless in their pursuit of his peace.
It was a moment etched in his mind, a memory he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried. The pain of it cut deep, a wound that refused to heal even after all these years.
With a heavy heart, Prithvi leaned against the railing, his body weighed down by the burden of his past.
In the stillness of the night, he allowed himself to remember, to confront the ghosts that haunted him, hoping that somehow, by facing them head-on, he could find the closure he so desperately sought.
"𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯," 𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪, 24 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. "𝘉-𝘣𝘶-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩-𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰-𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘸𝘪-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.
𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 - 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.
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