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Prologue
"ऎञŕ¤ŕ¤ तŕĽŕ¤ŕĽŕ¤Żŕ¤žŕ¤ľŕ¤° पŕĽŕ¤°ŕĽŕ¤Ž ŕ¤ŕ¤šŕĽ."
Majha tujhyavar prem aahe.
"I'm in love with you," he said.
His voice was rough. Low.
And in Marathi-for the first time.
He never spoke in his mother tongue before.
But now... he did.
For me.
And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile...
or shatter.
Was I supposed to feel happy?
Because all I felt was numb.
I couldn't believe this was real.
Not him. Not this moment.
It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy.
No.
No, this can't be happening.
It's my birthday.
Maybe I drank too much.
Maybe I'm hallucinating.
Or maybe... he's playing with me.
Again.
"You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
My heart pounded like a warning siren.
This felt like a game.
A trap.
His expression didn't change-
but something in his eyes shifted.
Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous.
Why now?
Why me?
Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them.
Because the truth is-
I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me...
now telling me he loves me.
Not when his love feels like poison-
sweet on the surface,
deadly underneath.
And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him.
Wanted to fall.
Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass.
Because that's what his love is.
Beautiful. Addictive. Painful.
And now it's mine.
Whether I survive it or not...
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