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बिन तेरे मद्धम-मद्धम भी चल रही थी धड़कन
जब से मिले तुम हमें, आँचल से तेरे बंधे
दिल उड़ रहा है
सुनो ना, आसमानों के ये सितारे
कुछ भी नहीं हैं आगे तुम्हारे
आज से दिल पे मेरे राज तुम्हारा, ताज तुम्हारा
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉𓆝𓆝𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟⋆.˚ 𓇼
"The world had stilled on that yacht—waves rocking gently beneath them, moonlight clinging to her bare skin, and his touch writing vows where words had failed.
In that quiet vastness, she had become his refuge... and he, her ruin."
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The chandeliers above glittered like constellations caught mid-dance—frozen galaxies stitched into the ceiling of a floating palace. Their golden light fractured across polished marble and sequined sarees, spilling over diamond necklaces and swirling champagne. The yacht drifted lazily on moon-kissed waters, swaying gently as if humming a lullaby to the chaos it carried.
But beneath the soft lilt of the tide and the gleaming facade of celebration, hearts beat wildly out of rhythm—some with disbelief, some with betrayal, and a few with something dangerously close to hope.
The orchestra resumed playing, their fingers moving with disciplined urgency, as though the right note might undo what had been done. Violins rose in a desperate crescendo, the sitar wept in harmony, and the tabla tried to stitch together a torn night with every beat. But no melody could compete with the deafening silence that had carved itself into the very air.
