PART 18

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ʜᴇʏ ɢᴜʏs!!ʜᴏᴡ ɪs ʟɪғᴇ??ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ- 1567ᴠᴏᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ

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ʜᴇʏ ɢᴜʏs!!
ʜᴏᴡ ɪs ʟɪғᴇ??
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ- 1567
ᴠᴏᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ

“Please, stop tormenting yourself with these thoughts,” I urged, trying to infuse warmth into my words

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“Please, stop tormenting yourself with these thoughts,” I urged, trying to infuse warmth into my words.

“I never ran from our wedding. You know how deeply I love you. I’ve dreamed about this day for years. You believe me, don’t you? Just let go of the worry, my husband.”

His brow furrowed, the worry lines deepening as he shot back,

“You didn’t run from our wedding. Then where did you go, Avni?” His eyes were a tumultuous mixture of concern and anger, and that intensity frightened me. Should I confess the truth? The choice weighed heavily on my mind.

“I...” I found myself at a loss for words, my heart racing in my chest. The mere thought of confessing sent a shiver down my spine because if I revealed the truth, I would awaken the Krish from two years ago—the one capable of unspeakable violence. He would exact revenge; he would bury them alive, allowing no mercy for those he deemed enemies.

As beads of sweat began to form on my brow, I was jolted into awareness when Krish reached out, gently wiping my forehead with his crisp handkerchief. His touch felt both comforting and suffocating, a stark reminder of his dual nature.

“Tell me, Avni, what happened that day?” His tone was ominous, each word laced with an intensity that sent goosebumps prickling across my skin. But this was our moment, the beginning of a new life together. It couldn’t possibly commence with a lie lingering between us.

“I promise you, I won't hurt you,” he reassured me, his voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of impatience, clearly sensing my apprehension. I knew deep down, naive as it sounded, that he had never turned his wrath on me. But the thought of what could happen to the others filled my mind with dread.

I shook my head in resignation, the weight of my decision pressing heavily upon me. It was time to reveal the truth—the truth that had haunted me.

“That day…” I began, my voice trembling as I prepared to share the secrets that had been locked away within me for far too long.

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