Their Destiny

Their Destiny

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At first, he believed it was just a marriage of convenience a three-year arrangement to save face, protect reputations, and nothing more. After all, what could he possibly feel for his replacement bride? But as days turned into nights and walls began to crumble, he found himself captivated mesmerized by the fire in her spirit, the quiet strength in her silence, and the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. He claimed he fell first and he fell hard. She? She fell in love with every glance he spared her way, with every accidental touch, with every guarded word he let slip. She loved him with every fiber of her being fiercely, completely, irrevocably. But then... When she needed him the most when her world collapsed and all she longed for was his support, his love, his presence, his words and utmost important his TRUST he gave her silence. And what did he do? He broke her in the most unimaginable way not with betrayal, but with disbelief. Not with cruelty, but with abandonment. Now, the question isn't whether love is enough... It's whether love can survive the wreckage he left behind.
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𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

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