"One Last Chance" They say that in the last seven minutes before death, a person relives their happiest memories. But as Sita lay bleeding, there was nothing-no warmth of family, no laughter of childhood. Only one face appeared. His. Trinod, the husband she thought she never loved. The man who had always been there-watching, protecting, loving her in silence. And now, he was dying in her arms. "It was always you sita. You are my world," he whispered, his blood staining her hands. Regret consumed her as the darkness took over. She had been blind to his love, blind to her own heart. And just as she wished for one more chance-to love him, to be loved by him-a second bullet found its mark. Death embraced her. Yet fate had other plans. For more, read the prologue. after,charcters introduction will be given don't skip them they plays the crucial role in this story Feel free to say what you think about my story even the bad review is also ok . It will help me to improve since it's my first story. __________________________________________ And one more thing I want to say is I am using ai to form sentences for me and getting help from ai but all the story is mine A friend suggested me to write the story in my own style. Thank you for giving this suggestion I will keep it in my mind and will write on my own when I learn everything. And I will try to write on my own in some chapters if the response is good I will try it . 🌷

🌸 The wedding drums still echoed in her ears, even after the guests had left and the house had sunk into silence. Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, her red bangles clinking softly as she folded her trembling hands in her lap. This was the moment she had dreamed of since childhood-the beginning of a new life, a partner who would hold her close, a home built on laughter and trust. But reality stood in sharp contrast. Across the room, Arjun loosened his tie with visible frustration, his face drawn with an exhaustion that wasn't from the rituals but from something deeper-resistance. He hadn't looked at her the entire evening except when duty forced him to. His voice, when he finally spoke, was clipped and cold, a knife to her fragile hopes. "This marriage..." he said quietly, almost to himself, "was never my choice." The words sank into her heart like stones, shattering the fragile castles she had built in her imagination. Ananya lowered her gaze, tears pricking her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Crying wouldn't change the truth. She was an introvert who had never asked for much-only a life where love bloomed slowly but surely. Yet here she was, bound in a relationship where love seemed like a distant mirage. He was a man carrying his own scars, his own chains, and she was caught in the storm of his unwillingness. In that quiet room, between two strangers joined by force, a journey began. A journey that would test patience, break walls, and question what it really meant to choose someone-not with words, but with the heart. And though neither of them knew it yet, what started as a forced bond would one day turn into a choice that would redefine them both. --- 🐚🦑🪷

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It's a love story between a bava and his mardhal... a bond that was never supposed to cross the line, yet always hovered close to it. Jahnavi Rao - Rudra's mardhal. Twenty-three, sharp, soft-hearted, studying MBA in Hyderabad. She's loved him for as long as she can remember.... quietly, hopelessly, endlessly. Rudra Pratap Reddy - her bava. Twenty-eight, the village president, an MBA graduate, and the owner of a powerful company in Hyderabad. To him, Jahnavi was always a responsibility... until one day, she became something more. When did Rudra realise his love for the girl he swore to protect? How many storms will they face to stay together? And how far will they go for a love that was written long before they understood it? Let their story begin... 💗💫✨

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