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"No one will ever accept us, Master," she whispered, her voice barely holding together as she shivered in his grip. Her eyes glistened with a dangerous mix of love and poison-a love that had no place in the world. A love that could only lead to destruction.
"Do you regret it, Akanksha?" His words came out slowly, thick with dark amusement as he tipped the bottle, pouring his favorite wine over her neck. The crimson liquid dripped down her skin like a sinister promise. She trembled, the cold steel of the gun heavy in her hand. He chuckled deeply, savoring her helplessness, the sound vibrating through the room like a devil's hymn.
But just as the tension between them simmered to a boil, his fingers tightened around her wrist. In one swift, merciless motion, he pulled the trigger.
The echo of the shot hung in the air, but it wasn't the gunfire that haunted them-it was the undeniable bond that kept dragging them back into each other's arms.
They were bound by something darker than love. A mistake-an unforgivable sin-that no one could ever understand. In each other, they found the chaos that mirrored their souls, drawn into a love so dangerous, so intoxicating, that neither could walk away.
They had destroyed everything that stood in their way, and now there was nothing left to lose. Except each other.
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