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The mystical continent of Nooristana teeters on the brink of war. As the enemy forces prepare to attack, Queen Numaira of Amruthsthaan stands alone between peace and chaos, anxiously awaiting r...
💕"Life is a battlefield where the heart wages wars unseen. It's not just the clash of swords or the threat of death that tests our strength, but the betrayal of those we trust, the burden of choices that haunt us, and the weight of love intertwined with loss. To face the darkness, not knowing if you'll survive, is where true courage is born. In the end, survival is not about coming through unscathed-it's about carrying your scars with pride, knowing they are the marks of battles fought, and battles yet to win" 💕
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Numaira was surrounded by an impenetrable darkness, an endless void stretching infinitely around her. She blinked, her eyes searching for any hint of light, but the shadows seemed to devour everything, leaving only emptiness.
Panic tightened around her chest as she turned in frantic circles, her breath quickening.
"Help!" she cried, her voice swallowed by the oppressive void. Only the echo of her own words returned, leaving her even more isolated.
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Desperate, she began to walk, her hands outstretched, but no matter how far she moved, there was only more darkness. It was as though she were trapped in an endless, empty space.
"Is anyone there?" she called out again, her voice trembling with fear. "Please, help me! I'm lost!" But the void offered no comfort, no reply-only a terrifying stillness.
After what felt like hours of wandering in the dark, her legs finally gave out beneath her, too exhausted to carry her any further. She crumpled onto the cold, unyielding floor, the impact jarring but offering no sense of grounding in this endless void.
Curling into herself, she drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them, as if to shield herself from the overwhelming emptiness that pressed in on her from all sides.
She rested her forehead on her knees, her breathing shallow and uneven. Despair clawed at her heart, each breath growing harder as the silence, the void, the sheer loneliness pressed against her soul. Tears she hadn't realized were forming, slid down her cheeks, but they brought no release, only the crushing realization that she was utterly, hopelessly lost.
"Ya Rabbi... Please, help me," she whispered, her voice a fragile prayer, breaking the oppressive silence.
She squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to those words, though they seemed to vanish into the abyss.
For the first time in her life, she felt the cold sting of surrender, her strength gone, her hope fading into the darkness around her.
After what felt like an eternity of nothingness, Numaira slowly lifted her head. "Get me out-" she began to shout, her voice strained with desperation.
But before the words could fully leave her lips, a soft glow flickered ahead, cutting through the oppressive blackness.
A single ray of light, no larger than a flicker from a dying candle, shone in the distance.
