𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
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❝𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚
𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚❞
In a quaint country where promis...
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ANANYA
Last night, sleep was an elusive companion. The haunting image of that dead man kept invading my thoughts, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. Every attempt to distract myself proved futile, leaving me trapped in a cycle of torment.
Arhan is not just a liar; he is a murderer. The man I once thought was perfect, sweet, and gentle has revealed himself to be a vile and deceitful monster. His true nature, hidden behind a mask of kindness, is now painfully clear.
In moments of anguish, I find myself questioning my own judgment, feeling a deep sense of shame for ever believing in his facade. How could I have been so blind? The realization of his true character is a bitter and painful truth that I must now face.
Gentle man?
That's something he can never be.
I wonder what's made him like this.
What is his problem with my father.
What did my father do to him.
My father doesn't even know him.
Like this is so sick.
He won't explain a thing to me.
And it's making me insane by all the questions running in my mind.
He lied to me.
He fooled my entire family.
He married me forcefully.
He even engraved a tattoo on my wrist without my consent and that's something I can never forgive him for.
I hate tattooes.
He knows that.
Still he did it when I was not even in my senses.
He killed a goddamn person.
I can't imagine what more I have to see. And I am not even ready for it. He is making me feel disgusted in myself for ever being in love with him.
How can a person be so heartless?
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I traced imaginary lines on the table, murmuring the same word over and over. "He ruined my life, he ruined me." I wondered why his parents never said anything to him. Perhaps they were just like him. I couldn't trust anything about him.
