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Last Chapter of this book...
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As Abhay's eyes scanned the pages, his mind reeled in confusion. The more he read, the more he felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions. Every word, every sentence, every revelation was like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and bewildered.
The letters, penned by Anupriya's own hand, were a testament to her enduring love for Harsh. Each line, each phrase, each sentiment was a window into her soul, a soul that had been ravaged by the cruel twists of fate.
As Abhay delved deeper into the letters, he felt like he was unraveling a thread that had been carefully woven to conceal the truth. The words on the page seemed to sear themselves into his brain, leaving an indelible mark on his heart.
The more he read, the more he felt like he was ripping apart, like the very fabric of his being was tearing at the seams. The letters were a chronicle of Anupriya's sacrifice, of the love she had been forced to abandon, of the dreams she had been coerced into relinquishing.
The pages, yellowed with age, seemed to whisper secrets in his ear, secrets that made his blood run cold. The pictures, half-burnt and faded, told a story of their own, a story of happiness and joy, of love and laughter. But it was a story that had been brutally truncated, leaving only heartache and sorrow in its wake.
Abhay's eyes stung as he read about his mother's pregnancy, about the child she had been expecting, about the love she had been forced to surrender. The minutes details, etched into the pages with precision and pain, made his heart heavy with grief.
His mother, Anupriya, had suffered so much, had endured so much pain and heartache, all for the love that had been denied to her. And yet, despite the anguish, despite the torment, she had never lost hope, never lost faith in the power of love.
As Abhay finished reading the letters, he felt like he had been on a journey, a journey through the labyrinthine corridors of his mother's heart. He had seen the depths of her love, the heights of her sacrifice, and the profound impact it had had on her life.
The letters, once a testament to Anupriya's love, had now become a reminder of the transience of life, of the cruel fate that had been meted out to her. Abhay felt like he had been changed forever, like he had been touched by the divine hand of love and loss.
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