The air was thick with tension as Rajvir and Natasha stood at the edge of a precipice, staring into the swirling darkness below. Vikrant’s presence lingered like a dark cloud, an ever-present threat that weighed heavily on their hearts. In that moment, the reality of their situation crashed down on them, the cost of their love clearer than ever.
“I can’t believe it’s come to this,” Natasha said, her voice barely a whisper, filled with despair. “We’ve fought so hard, and yet it feels like we’re losing ourselves.”
Rajvir’s jaw tightened, his expression a mix of determination and anguish. “We won’t lose,” he replied, but the uncertainty in his voice was palpable. “Not now. Not ever.”
But the shadows around them pulsed with malicious energy, whispering doubts and fears that threatened to pull them apart. “You think you can save her?” Vikrant’s voice echoed through the darkness, dripping with contempt. “You’re only digging your own grave.”
Natasha’s heart raced at his words, the darkness threatening to suffocate her. “I won’t let you win,” she shouted, her voice fierce. But the hatred bubbling within her for Vikrant was accompanied by a deep-seated fear of what their fight would cost.
Rajvir stepped closer, his presence grounding her. “Focus on our love, Natasha. It’s the only thing that can keep the darkness at bay,” he urged, his eyes locked onto hers.
But she felt the shadows creeping closer, clawing at the edges of her mind. “What if our love isn’t enough?” she said, the vulnerability in her voice stark against the backdrop of their conflict. “What if I lose you? What if I lose myself?”
“You won’t,” Rajvir insisted, his voice unwavering. “We’ll fight together. We’ll make it through this.”
Yet, as they stood hand in hand, Natasha couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. The shadows seemed to laugh, mocking their defiance as they curled around their legs, binding them in place.
“Is that your plan?” Vikrant taunted, stepping forward with a sinister smile. “To cling to each other while the darkness consumes you both? How pathetic.”
A surge of anger coursed through Natasha, directed at Vikrant and the uncertainty that haunted her. “You know nothing about us!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the chasm. “You can’t destroy what we have!”
“Can’t I?” Vikrant challenged, his tone mocking. “You’re already losing yourself to the darkness. Every moment spent with him chips away at your humanity. Soon, you’ll be nothing but a shell.”
The weight of his words struck Natasha like a physical blow. She glanced at Rajvir, searching his face for reassurance, but found only the same flicker of doubt reflected in his dark eyes.
“Natasha,” Rajvir said softly, gripping her shoulders. “You’re stronger than this. We’re stronger together. Remember why we’re fighting.”
“I’m trying!” she cried, tears threatening to spill over. “But I can’t shake the feeling that we’re losing our battle. I’m scared, Rajvir. Scared of what I’m becoming and what it means for us.”
“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, desperation lacing his words. “You’re everything to me. You’re the light in my darkness. I won’t let you slip away.”
“Yet every moment we’re together, I feel the shadows creeping in,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “What if I become just like you? A reflection of the darkness?”
Rajvir’s expression hardened, his brows furrowing in anger. “You’re not like me! You’re the reason I fight, Natasha. You give me hope. Don’t let him win. Don’t let the darkness define you.”
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Bound by Fate
FantasyThe novel follows a young reader, Natasha, who is fascinated by a dark fantasy series centered around a mysterious and powerful villain, Rajvir. Rajvir is feared in his world- ruthless, cunning, and the ruler of a dangerous kingdom. He has no place...
