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•Mature content ahead!
AVYAANA
Desire and lust, that's truly a man’s weakness isn't it?
They strut around with their pride and power, but beneath all that bravado, they're nothing more than slaves to their own cravings.
It's almost pitiful, Really. Men are so easily sucked in, and their strengths give way under the pressure of their own pleasures. They think they control everything, but in reality, they're bound by their deepest, darkest desires.
It's simple to exploit. All it takes is a little nudge, a carefully placed temptation. And once you have them hooked, they're yours to manipulate.
They become helpless, their judgment is impaired and you can use their authority as leverage.
It's almost too easy to turn them into pawns.
And Shivaansh Raghuvanshi is no different; he is a man after all.
He's just as vulnerable to his own cravings as any other. I've watched him, seen how his pride and power mask his true nature. It's almost too easy to see through. He might think he's invincible, but beneath that facade, he's driven by the same weaknesses. It won't take much to push him off balance use his own desires against him, turn his every craving into a weapon. His strength, his authority-everything he prides himself on -will become his undoing.
I'm that carefully placed temptation- something he cannot resist, something which will shatter his control. He'll be so entangled in his own pleasures that he'lIl lose sight of everything else.
A small, nagging voice whispered from within "Don't do this. You love him. This isn't who you really are.” I shook my head trying to cast away the voice.
“ Love? Love is a weakness ” I spat out.
"It's nothing but a convenient illusion, a tool for manipulation. I can't afford to be swayed by it now.”
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