𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
Yeah I told you the update will be on Saturday but I've posted the message on insta and Wattpad both, that i couldn't upload the chapter on Saturday because Wattpad was glitching so damn much, every time I tried to publish it would show an error.
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"Why don't you walk faster?" Shanaya called out, almost skipping ahead on the moonlit road. Ekaksh said nothing. He simply followed behind silent, slow, eyes fixed on her. He didn't want to walk beside her tonight.
He wanted to watch her.
The way her hair bounced every time she jumped or ran, the way her laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, it was enough to make his heart ache. The full moon cast a soft glow on her, and in that moment, she looked ethereal. Unreal.
He had already given strict orders: no vehicles, no one was to pass through this road tonight. Just them.
A deserted road for tonight, bordered with blooming rosy trumpet trees, petals dancing in the breeze, and herhis chaos and calm, his destruction and devotion. It was almost poetic.
And Ekaksh, the man who had never believed in poems or poets, suddenly wanted to become one just so he could immortalize her in words, like the admirer admiring the beauty.
She turned suddenly to him.
"I want to sit there," she said, pointing to the thick stone platform at the edge of the lake bridge.
