Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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The divorce papers, once a symbol of our shattered dreams, are now nothing more than a meaningless piece of paper. She may have signed them, thinking she was free from my grasp. But I knew the truth - she would always be mine. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was destined to be my wife, my companion, my everything.
The ink on those papers may have been dry, but our marriage was far from over. I had torn them up, rendering them null and void the moment we stepped out of our house. And now, I was consumed by a singular obsession - watching her every move, tracking her every step.
It had been a week since our separation, but my resolve had only grown stronger. I had hacked into every CCTV camera in India, and my eyes glued to the screens as I monitored her every action. I knew her routine, her habits, and her every gesture. And with each passing day, my determination to win her back only intensified.
She may have thought she was free, but I knew the truth - she belonged to me, body and soul.
And I would stop at nothing to reclaim her, to make her mine once again.
As I boarded the flight to Italy, my heart raced with a mix of determination and desperation. The thought of being separated from her by thousands of miles was unbearable, a constant ache that gnawed at my soul.
I would follow her to the ends of the earth, to the depths of hell, to the heights of heaven, wherever she may roam. My love for her was a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting.
The plane took off, and I felt my spirit soar with it, driven by a singular focus - to be reunited with my beloved. The clouds below seemed to blur into a sea of tears, a reminder of the anguish I had endured, but I knew that soon, I would be by her side, holding her close, and never letting her go.
The thrill of the chase, the agony of separation, the ecstasy of reunion - it all swirled together in a maelstrom of emotions, as I flew towards my destiny, towards the one who held my heart hostage. Italy, here I come, with a heart full of love and a soul on fire.
As I arrived in Italy, my heart raced with anticipation, my soul fueled by a singular obsession - to be close to her, to watch over her, to protect her. I booked a room with a view that made my pulse quicken - directly across from her hotel room, a mere stone's throw away.
The curtains drawn, a tantalizing glimpse of her sanctuary, a reminder that she was within reach.
I stood at the window, my eyes fixed on the door that led to her world, my mind consumed by the thought of her. Every fiber of my being yearned to be near her, to breathe the same air, to bask in the radiance of her presence.
The distance between us seemed to shrink, the gap bridged by the intensity of my longing.
As night descended, casting a golden glow over the city, I stood vigil, my eyes never leaving her window, my heart beating in rhythm with the stars. The world outside receded, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a universe of our own creation. I was a sentinel, a guardian, a lover, waiting for the moment when our worlds would collide once more.
As the curtains finally parted, my heart skipped a beat. She stood in her balcony, a vision of ethereal beauty, lost in thought. The stars twinkled above, casting a celestial glow on her contemplative face. I wondered, with a pang of longing, if I was the one occupying her thoughts. The divorce papers, once a cold, harsh reality, now seemed like a mere symptom of a deeper wound.
Time stood still as she gazed out into the night, her eyes reflecting the turmoil that brewed within. I could sense her pain, her confusion, and her searching. And I knew, in that moment, that I had to uncover the truth.
What had driven her to abandon our love, to seek solace in the arms of a man she despised?
The wind whispered secrets in her ear as she stood there, lost in her thoughts. I felt my soul reaching out to hers, bridging the distance between us. My heart ached with a fierce longing, a burning need to understand, to protect, to love.
The stars above seemed to align in a celestial plea, urging me to uncover the truth, to fight for our love, to never let her go.
As I stood there, my eyes locked on her distant figure, my heart overflowing with longing, I whispered a promise to the universe, to myself, to our love. "We will be together," I vowed, my voice barely audible, yet resonating with conviction. "I will work hard for us," I pledged, my determination echoing through the silence.
The words hung in the air like a prayer, a solemn oath that seemed to take on a life of its own. My soul trembled with emotion, my eyes burning with a fierce intensity. I felt the weight of my promise, the gravity of my commitment. I knew that I would move mountains, cross oceans, and defy the stars to make our love shine bright once more.
In that moment, I was consumed by a sense of purpose, a sense of destiny. Our love was not just a dream, but a reality waiting to be shaped, to be fought for, to be won.
And I was ready to give everything, to sacrifice everything, to make it happen.
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