─────────────────────── 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. ───────────────────────