─────────────────────── Ahilya Rathore was never the kind of woman the world forgave. A villainess wrapped in silk, smiling like consequences meant nothing to her. She didn't soften edges-she sharpened them. And the world learned not to reach too close. Rithvay didn't need to chase her. He already knew where ruin lived. He married her for one reason only-revenge. Not passion. Not fate. Not curiosity. Just the quiet, patient need to make her stand inside everything she once escaped untouched. He didn't call it love. He didn't call it anything at all. Just something that stayed too long in his mind, and turned into hatred that learned how to breathe. And her name remained at the center of it. No one calls it a beginning. No one calls it an end. Only the slow unfolding of consequences that refuse to stay buried. ~nothing beautiful survives untouched, and nothing ruined stays innocent. ───────────────────────

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature