𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
"Dur jake to dekhiye phir anjaam ki kalpana to aapke prabhu ne bhi nahi ki hogi."
(Go ahead, step away, and see-the consequences even your god wouldn’t have dared to imagine.)
He said it so easily, as if his words held no weight, yet they fell like chains around her. Shanaya stood frozen, unable to summon a response for a few moments. A shiver traced her spine, not just at his voice, but at the cruel glint in his dark, bottomless eyes, the sheer intensity with which he spoke, as though her resistance only fueled his obsession.
Her insides trembled beneath the force of his gaze, but she, being who she was, refused to cower. She had always been defiant, always rebelled against arrogance, and right now, the cocky smirk on his lips was unbearable. If he thought she would waver, he was mistaken.
"Guroor ke gagan chadhyo, pawan chali jaye Pat patang ki jyot jale, raakh hi bas aaye."
(Arrogance soars high in the sky, but the moment the wind ceases, it collapses. Just like a paper kite burns in the fire, leaving behind nothing but ashes.)
A slow chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and deep.
"Accha? Sach mein? Hmm..."
(Oh? Really? Hmm...)
There was no mockery in his tone, only intrigue, as though her words had merely amused him. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes alight with something unreadable, dangerous, possessive.
"Hamara guroor hamara shrinagar hai, Jis guroor ko aap toot te hue dekhna chahti hain, usi guroor ki parchai se hi laakhon darte hain, aur darna bhi chahiye. Kyunki humse darna zaroori hai.
Aur jis din yeh guroor toota, us din samajh jaiyega ki hum toot gaye hain."
(My pride is my adornment. The same arrogance you wish to see shattered is the very shadow under which thousands cower, and they should. Because fearing me is necessary.
