THE CURSED CHILD
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The Night Destiny Burned
This story belongs to me.
Before it became a story... it was my life.
My name is Mahira. Some call me Mahi. I live in Dehradun with my Dida. People say I survived a tragic car accident when I was eight years old. They call it a miracle.
I call it a lie.
September 20, 2003, was the night my life split into before and after.
We were driving through an empty highway when I saw her.
A woman in a red saree is standing in the middle of the road. Her hair was still, yet her saree moved as if breathing. Her eyes weren't reflecting light.
They were glowing.
She didn't look at the car.
She looked at me.
Papa jerked the steering wheel. Maa screamed. Metal crushed. Fire consumed everything.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't on the road anymore.
I was lying in a dark forest.
Alone. Unhurt. Alive.
She stood before me again and whispered inside my mind:
"You have been reborn. Destiny has been altered. He will return... and this time, he will take your soul."
Three days later, they found me miles away from the crash site. No burns. No injuries. Doctors called it trauma. Police called it a shock.
But I know what I saw.
That night wasn't an accident.
It was a beginning.
And whatever took my parents...
It's not done with me yet.
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𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼
MFL was the princess in her past life and MML was the Royal guard of her. Destiny played a dirty game and they both died by her father (King) and her future husband. After two hundred years, they took rebirth. Destiny gave them another chance. Let's read together what happened in this life. Will they be able to meet? Or just like before they ended their lives, without becoming each other's. ****** "Please Dhruv, take me away from here. I can't stay here" she said while crying hard. She was sitting on his lap and her face was hidden in Dhruv's neck. She flinched badly when she heard a painful scream and grabbed Dhruv's shirt tightly. Dhruv had brought her to a brothel. A man was having s*x with a woman on the bed. The man was cutting the woman's body with a blade and beating her with the belt and he was getting satisfaction. The woman screamed in pain but her screams were echoing only in the room. Dhruv was enjoying his wine. She was crying and hiccupping badly. Dhruv was making lazy circles on her waist. Dhruv was not bothered by whatever was happening in front of him. "If you don't want to live as my wife, you'll live in this brothel as my mistress, butterfly. And you know very well what a mistress's job is." Dhruv said in an angry and dark tone. Shiver ran down her spine. "Dhruv, hume aapki wife ban kar rahna hai. Please Hume yahan se le chaliye. Hum yahan nahi rah sakte hai" she said while crying hard and tightened her grip on him when she heard another scream. ****** "Hum yahan mar jayenge Dhruv" She said and raised her head and looked into his angry icy red eyes and her breath hitched when his icy blue eyes met with her. "To mar jayiye yahan. Ab se yahi aapka Ghar hai aur main yahan daily aaunga aapse milne aur aap vahi kaam karengi mere liye jo ek mistress karti hai apne master ke liye" Dhruv said angrily and she shook her head. ****** #darkromance #agegap #rebirth #dominantML #forcedProximity
"You stop worrying about your sister and worry about yourself. You have said that today is my marriage but I have made a slight change in it." he said with menacing smirk playing on his face. "What change" she asked as she was not getting good vibes from him. "It is true that today I am getting married but not with Mahi but with you." He stated like it's not a big deal that he swapped the brides. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief. She stared at him without blinking her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to believe what he just had said. She asked him in her trembling voice "W...What d...did y...you s....say?" He leaned on her face dangerously close "I said that you will marry me today and in the same mandap (pavilion). Before you refuse me, let me tell you that your sister and your family's life is in my hands if you try do something. If you try to refuse marriage or try to tell anyone about this then your sister will be the first person whose life I will smash. It will be better for you not to waste my and your time, wear wedding lehenga quietly and come to the mandap. go and get ready. yes, one more thing you must remember that no one should see your face till we get married so that the marriage can be done smoothly. I don't want any drama before marriage." She was silently listening to him as she was too numb to react. She couldn't even think of marrying a person like him. How could she marry a person whom she couldn't even talk to properly?? "How can I marry you?" his eyebrows raised in anger hearing her question. He took out his phone to call someone and ordered staring deep into her eyes making her heart sink in fear and dread "kill Mahi." She kneeled down joining her hands infront of him and begged him crying historically "Please don't do this". He raised his one eyebrow in questioning manner and asked her "So will you marry me?" She didn't say anything. Seeing Her silent, He told the man again "Kill her." "Yes, I will marry you."
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