𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺... 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? I didn't know the answer when I first stepped into this palace. I thought I was just a bride 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺, 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. I thought he was just a man I had been married to for the sake of power, tradition, and names I was never taught to question. To me, he was just my husband 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥. But when no one is watching... 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔. His voice softens when he says my name. His gaze lingers like he already knows something about me that I don't. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. And the strangest part? It feels familiar. As if I've been here before... as if he has been waiting for me to remember.

★☆ 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ☆★ He stepped closer. Without thinking, his hands moved around her mangalsutra, and with a snap, it broke. The beads scattering across the floor, like fallen stars, a visual reminder of everything they have lost. "You...you broke it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes," he said, voice low, harsh, unflinching. "I broke it. Like I'm breaking you. Like I'm breaking us. Because you need to understand... you can't stay here with me." She fell silent, the rage in her body barely contained, tears flowing freely now. But she straightened, chin up, voice trembling yet strong. "Rehlenge aap humare bagair, Maan?" [You'll live without me, Maan?] He looked at her, eyes cold, shadowed, heart pounding in a way he couldn't admit. "Rehlunga," he said flatly. [I'll live.] Her voice softened, almost breaking entirely, but it still carried the raw weight of her despair. "Hum... marjayenge." [I'll... die.] He swallowed hard. And still... His words left him cruel, merciless. "Marjaiye phir." [Then die.] ★𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝚰𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐑𝚰 "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏." ★𝐀𝐁𝐇𝚰𝐌𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐌𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝚰𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 "𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘." [TRANSLATIONS AVAILABLE!!]