Enchanting beauty

chapter 17

Tum todo na mera dil
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‎Nahi jeena yoon tere bin
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‎Nahi jeena yoon tere bin
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‎Tum todo na dil mera
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‎Nahi jeena yoon tere bin
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‎Tum bin main dekho toh kya se kya ho baithi
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‎Tum ko jo khoya toh khud ko bhi main kho baithi
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‎Tum bin main dekho toh kya se kya ho baithi
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‎Tum ko jo khoya toh khud ko bhi main kho baithi
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‎Tum mujhko dhoondhe toh main khud ko paa lungi
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‎Main tere badle mein ab jannat bhi na lungi
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‎Mera dil tera hai, tera dil mera
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‎Sachche-Sachche, saathiya, aaye mujhe maut
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‎Jo todoon dil, yeh khaayi qasmein
‎Tu ban ke lahu hai nas-nas mein
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‎Tum todo na dil mera (oh, dil mera)
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‎Nahi jeena yoon tere bin (oh)
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‎Tum todo na dil mera (tum todo na dil mera)
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‎Nahi jeena yoon tere bin (nahi jeena yoon tere bin) ✨✨🎶

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The temple grounds were overflowing with devotees.
The air echoed with the rhythmic chants of prayers, the ringing of temple bells, and the fragrance of incense that lingered in every corner.
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‎A short distance away from the bustling crowd, hidden behind the thick trunks of ancient banyan trees, two men remained concealed.

Dressed as ordinary travelers, their sharp eyes continuously scanned the sea of people as if searching for someone.
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‎One of them, unable to hide his growing anxiety, leaned closer to the man beside him and whispered,
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‎"Suraj Bhaisa... are you absolutely certain your spy's information was correct? We've been watching this place since dawn, but that traitor still hasn't appeared." His voice was tense with impatience.

"You know what's in his possession. Those documents are priceless. Under no circumstances can we allow them to leave the kingdom."
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‎Without taking his eyes off the temple entrance, Suraj sighed in frustration.
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‎"Yes, Umaang... I know." His jaw tightened. "And how many times do I have to tell you? The information is accurate.
If you don't trust my sources, then perhaps you should've gone and verified it yourself."
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‎Umaang frowned but remained silent.
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‎Before another argument could begin

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‎"Enough."
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‎A deep, commanding voice spoke from behind them.
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‎The single word carried such authority that both brothers instinctively froze.
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‎The voice was calm, yet powerful enough that no one would dare question it.
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‎A chill ran down their spines.
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‎They immediately turned around.
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‎Standing behind them was a tall warrior.
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‎The loose end of his royal turban was wrapped across the lower half of his face, concealing his identity.

Only his piercing, sharp deep-brown eyes were visible-cold, observant, and impossible to read.
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‎Those eyes alone were enough to command absolute obedience.
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‎" Abhimaan","B-Bhaisa...!" Suraj and Umaang exclaimed together.
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‎For a brief moment, they had feared they had been discovered by the enemy.

The instant they recognized the man before them, relief washed over their faces.
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‎The Crown Prince.
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‎Abhimaan Rathore.
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‎but He was not here to pray but here to hunt .

‎A traitor.

‎Someone who had betrayed the state and disappeared.
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‎Abhimaan looked at both of them with quiet disapproval.
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‎He didn't need to raise his voice.
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‎One look from him was enough.
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‎Neither brother dared speak another word. both men immediately straightened .