ICT OS /TS (🔞) BL

ETERNAL FLAMES (devdas) ❤️‍🔥🥀

Virat and Rohit grew up as inseparable neighbors in an opulent village estate. Virat, graceful and full of charm, carried an unspoken devotion for Rohit, whose passionate demeanor and fiery spirit won everyone's hearts. Their childhood bond flourished into a deep love that neither dared to hide.

One moonlit night, Virat confessed, "Rohit, my world begins and ends with you."
Rohit smiled, brushing away the tears glistening in Virat's eyes, and whispered, "You are my reason to breathe, Virat."

But fate was unkind.

The day Virat's family proposed the union, they walked into Rohit's home with a sense of warmth and hope. But hope turned to ashes when Rohit's father dismissed them coldly, accusing Virat's family of arrogance and presuming to tarnish their "honor."

The moment Rohit's father rejected the proposal, the air in the room turned icy. Words of scorn flew like arrows.
"We have no need to align ourselves with those who think their wealth can buy everything," Rohit's father spat, his voice laced with contempt.

Virat's mother rose, her pride stinging like a wound. "We came with love and respect, but your arrogance will destroy both your son's happiness and ours."

Virat's mother, stung by the humiliation, declared, "If they think our child is unworthy, we'll find someone more deserving!

The weight of her words lingered as she stormed out, leaving Virat behind in the garden, oblivious to the storm raging inside. Rohit, overhearing the commotion, ran to Virat, his heart pounding.

Virat was in the garden waiting for Rohit, plucking jasmine flowers for a garland. When Rohit appeared, his face was clouded with anger.

Rohit's pride spoke louder than his heart. "And you? You're marrying someone else! What love is this that bends so easily under pressure?"

Virat grabbed his arm, desperate. "Rohit, it's not that simple! My family has already started arranging another match. What am I supposed to do? Run away? Where will we go?"

Rohit's temper flared. "So, that's it? You'll give up on us because your family said so?"

Virat's trembling hands let the garland fall to the ground. "Do you think this is easy for me? I'd fight the world for you if you stood by me!You didn't fight for us, Rohit!" Virat cried, clutching his garland. "I've loved you all my life, and you let them break us apart like it was nothing!"

Virat stepped back, his eyes filling with betrayal. "Do you think it's easy for me to leave? To marry someone I don't love? Don't you understand? I'm doing this because I have no choice!"

"Yes, Virat!" Rohit yelled, his voice cracking. "If you love me, you'll fight! But no, you'll let them dictate your life because it's easier than standing by me!"

Rohit, blinded by pride and hurt, turned away. "If you can't stand with me, then don't pretend to love me."

As he walked away, Virat fell to his knees, clutching the garland he had made for him. The petals fell apart in his hands, mirroring the pieces of his broken heart.

Rohit, consumed by ego and pain, walked away, leaving Virat sobbing in the garden. That night, the same garland lay forgotten in the dirt, its petals withering like their dreams.
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Years later, Rohit returned to the village to attend a grand festival. The festival hall glittered with lights and music, but Rohit felt none of its joy. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the one face he could never forget. There, he saw Virat, now a dutiful zamindar's wife. Draped in resplendent silks, Virat's eyes betrayed the pain of a love that still burned brightly.

Clad in a crimson sari, adorned with delicate gold jewelry, Virat looked every bit the zamindar's wife-a vision of grace and duty. But beneath the poise, Rohit saw the truth: the sorrow etched into his eyes, the stiffness in his smile. Virat's heart was still tethered to a past he couldn't let go.

Unable to stop himself, Rohit approached. "Virat..."

The world seemed to fade as Virat turned to him, his breath catching. For a moment, they simply stood there, the years between them melting away.

"You shouldn't be here," Virat whispered, his voice trembling.

"I had to see you," Rohit replied, his eyes searching Virat's. "I couldn't stay away anymore. I had to know if you still-"

"Don't." Virat cut him off, his tone sharp, but his voice quivered. "Don't ask me that. What good will it do now? I have responsibilities, Rohit. I've made my choice."

Rohit stepped closer, lowering his voice. "You didn't choose, Virat. You were forced into this. Tell me you don't still love me, and I'll leave."

Virat turned away, his hands trembling. "It doesn't matter what I feel. This is my life now. You need to let me go."

Rohit reached out, gently touching his hand. "I can't. You're the only thing I've ever loved, Virat."

Virat pulled his hand away, tears streaming down his face. "Loving me will only destroy you, Rohit. Please... leave."

As Virat walked away, the sound of his anklets echoed like a funeral bell in Rohit's ears.

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Rohit's body was a shadow of its former self-thin, frail, and trembling from the years of abuse he had inflicted upon it. Yet, his heart pulled him to Virat's mansion one final time, even as his strength waned.

Collapsing at the gates, he whispered Virat's name. The servants rushed to him, alarmed, and fetched Virat. The sight that greeted him froze Virat in his tracks.

"Rohit!" he cried, running to his side. Kneeling, he cradled Rohit in his arms, his tears falling onto his ashen face.
"Why, Rohit? Why did you do this to yourself?" Virat whispered, his tears falling onto Rohit's pale face.

Rohit's eyes fluttered open. "I wanted to see you... one last time."

Virat cradled him closer. "You're cruel, Rohit. Leaving me like this after coming back."

Rohit smiled weakly, his hand brushing against Virat's face. "I thought I'd moved on... but my soul was always yours. It always will be."

Virat clutched his hand tightly, sobbing. "Why couldn't you fight for us? Why couldn't we fight together?"

"Because I was a fool," Rohit murmured, his voice barely audible. "But you... you were my everything, Virat. Forgive me..."

Rohit opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused but filled with love. "I wanted... to see you... one last time."

"Why didn't you let me go?" Virat sobbed. "Why couldn't you just let me go?"

Rohit's lips curved into a faint smile. "Because... I couldn't. My soul... it always belonged to you."

Virat clutched him tighter. "No, Rohit, you can't leave me like this. Not again. Stay... please, stay."

But Rohit's breathing slowed. "Don't cry, Virat. You... were always my beginning and my end. I love you..."

With those final words, his body went limp in Virat's arms.

Virat let out a heart-wrenching scream, holding Rohit close as if he could will him back to life. The world around him blurred, and the only thing he felt was the hollow ache of a love that had been taken from him once more.

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Virat withdrew from the world, retreating to the corners of the mansion where memories of Rohit lingered. He spent hours sitting by the riverbank, clutching the old garland he had once made for Rohit, now dried and brittle.

The locals whispered about the tragic love story of Virat and Rohit-a tale of love that fought against the world but lost to pride and fate.

One day, Virat disappeared from the village. Some said he left to reunite with Rohit's soul, while others believed he simply faded into the wind, carrying the memories of a love too deep and painful for this world.

Their story became a haunting legend, a reminder of how love, though eternal, can be the most beautiful tragedy of all.

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