The Threads of Destiny

"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this." "Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice. Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-" "Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning with hatred. I shook my head, trembling. "No. I can't. It will hurt. Plea...