Wounded Heart ✔
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She loved him with devotion so fierce it scorched every heartbeat, every glance.
He was her obsession, her reason to breathe, and her undoing. But while her world revolved around him, he remained distant-a presence, never hers.
"How do you let go of someone who is the air in your lungs and the ache in your heart?"
"He is my breath, and I will forget him when I forget to breathe."
Memories burned bright and untouchable-hers alone. She clung to each haunted fragment, every echo of forbidden love.
Until fate, honouring a promise to Aashi, forced her into the arms of the man whose heart was a graveyard.
"I married you to fulfil her last wish. You will never belong here."
His words cut deep-cold, calculated, meant to wound. Cruelty hid his storm. Her silence was her weapon, her pain a fortress.
"You think you know pain?" she spat, her eyes blazing. "I live it every day."
He turned away, fists clenched. "You don't belong. This will never be your home."
Yet, in their grief and fury, sparks flew, igniting something dangerous.
"Love and hate are two sides of the same burning coin."
When apologies come too late, and regret drowns truth, love risks turning to ash. She walks away, her heart in ruins.
He falls, shattered-vowing to bleed, to burn, to reignite the fire in her eyes.
"Some hearts are forged in fire. Some burn to ashes."
Even if it destroys him.
📅 Start Date: 28th October 2019
⏳ End Date: 23rd October 2020
✏️ Edited Date: 2026
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