✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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"Ada," he said, his voice low and serious, "What happened?"
He could feel the tension radiating from her body, the unspoken fear that clung to her like a shroud. He knew something was troubling her, something that she was keeping hidden from him.
"Tell me what's wrong."
Her breath hitched. She hesitated, her eyes darting away from his. She knew she couldn't keep it from him any longer. He would see through her facade; he always did. She reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out the crumpled letter, her hand trembling. She held it out to him, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.
"I... I received this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Vidyut took the phone, his heart sinking. He unfolded it carefully, his eyes scanning the words, his blood running cold. The message was chilling, a direct threat aimed at Ada. He felt a surge of rage, so intense it almost blinded him. He quickly deleted those videos and photos from her phone. He saw the letter. He crumpled the letter in his fist, his knuckles turning white.
"Who sent this?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Ada shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I don't know," she whispered. "It... it came."
Vidyut's mind raced, trying to make sense of it. He knew that he had enemies, people who would stop at nothing to get to him. She is going to be his wife, and she has every fucking right to what he is truly. He looked at her; she was exhausted from everything. He wanted to confess the truth, but second thoughts were coming into his mind.
"Ada," he called her name, and she hummed. She kept her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat, which calmed her racing heart.
"I want to confess something," He finally spoke out. She looked at him, her eyes searching his, a mixture of love and apprehension swirling within them. He took a deep breath, the air thick in his lungs. "There's something I need to tell you. Something... about me."
She nodded, her expression encouraging, but a flicker of unease danced in her eyes. She sensed the shift in his demeanor, the weight of the secret he was about to reveal.
