" 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐬𝐡 " ~ 𝐴 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙 , 𝐴 𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠. 𝑆𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑆𝑖𝑥 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝑂𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙. Here, 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 is a myth, and 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 is the deadliest weapon . They smile, they scheme, they whisper promises-only to stab when backs are turned. Lies flow like poison, weaving an intricate web where no one is safe. Every word is 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑, every move a trap, and the truth? It's nothing but a fading illusion beneath layers of deceit. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 -𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑠ℎ... 𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚. •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒚? 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕? 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆?

✮⋆~ A Desi Romance ~⋆✮ [ Stalker ahead ] ✧﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ✧ "Not this time it's us , We both are suffering right now " Aryaman said , gazing at her holding divorce papers in his hands. " We were never us Mr. Shekhawat " Drishti said, taking her steps back , wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes , trying to create a distance between him and her. Between them. Aryaman said in a pleading tone holding back his tears "Listen to me , please." "We met , we became friends , we liked each other's presence, we married , I lov.... Let it be ,We were just a coincidence, that's it. Her voice tinged with pain , staring only at the divorce papers he was crumbling tightly. Then his dark orbs met with her brown's only to be flinched by his roaring demure. " AND THIS FUCKING COINCIDENCE IS OUR DESTINY " ❖﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌❖ ✧ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐓𝐀 ✧ ╰⪼ " I think it's just a dream if I woke up , happiness will be all gone. " ❖ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 ❖ ╰⪼ " I would cross all depths to stay in this moment with her , only for her" ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆ " Suna aapne , Hume dard ho raha hai " ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆