𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚

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Starring-

𝗦𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜

❛ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs, ᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ.❜

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Saudamini's POV

❛. . .Is a smile always a genuine reflection of the heart, or is it just a carefully crafted illusion designed to mislead?❜

It's sick how the more I fake a smile, the darker everything gets inside. How can I be happy when I feel like dying? It's like a twisted joke - healing others while my own heart breaks into pieces.

My mother's love was like a tiny flame, snuffed out before it could even really start. She was gone, and with her, a huge piece of me. I was a tender sapling, uprooted before I could feel the earth's embrace, and tossed into a tempestuous sea of life.

My father's love was never there. I was a mere reflection in his eyes and a tool to be shaped. I was the daughter of a general, yet a prisoner of circumstance.

These two forces shaped the woman I became: A healer by title, a hostage of darkness by fate.

People believe that I hold the power to heal, but I am a mere mortal, wounded and weary. Yet, I persist, for in the act of mending others, I find peace. I am the calm before the storm. A  lightning strike, they say, illuminating the world with a blinding flash. But even lightning carries a destructive force.

Beneath the calm exterior, darkness churns. A healer, yes, but also a wounded soul, with sorrows that burn.

❛. . .You might now be able to see them,
From where you are;
But look closely-
A candle flares from afar, yet as you approach, it silently weeps tears of lac.❜

I am that candle, burning brightly on the outside, consumed by darkness within. With each passing moment, the darkness grows, and the light within dims.

Time, they say, heals all the wounds, But what about mine?

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