𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨 𝐎𝐟 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Rudra, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, yet his eyes filled with a pain that seemed to encompass the entire world, spoke first. "Surrender karo, Vyara. Kam saja hogi."

[Surrender, Vyara. You'll receive a lighter sentence.]

Vyara, her voice laced with defiance, her eyes blazing with an unwavering resolve, retorted, "Mein kisi ke aage nahi jhukti, chahe woh koi bhi kyun na ho. Mein mar jaungi, par surrender nahi karungi."

[I don't bow down to anyone, no matter who they are. I'd rather die than surrender.]

With a slow, deliberate movement, Vyara began to back away, her eyes never leaving Rudra's.

She moved towards the very edge of the cliff, the ground beneath her feet crumbling slightly with each step.

Rudra, his brow furrowed in confusion, his voice laced with a growing unease, asked, "Kya kar rahi ho tum?"

[What are you doing?]

But Vyara remained silent, her eyes fixed on Rudra, her expression a complex mix of love, hurt, and a chilling resolve. She reached the edge of the cliff, the precipice yawning before her.

Rudra's eyes widened in horror as the realization of her intentions dawned upon him. "Pagal ho gayi ho kya? Yaha aao, Vyara!"

[Have you gone mad? Come here, Vyara!]

His voice was filled with panic, a desperate plea to stop her from taking the final, irreversible step.

Vyara, her eyes filled with a love that was tainted with a deep, searing hurt, looked at him one last time. "Bhagwan se dua karna ki mein zinda na bachun, varna tabah kar dungi tumhe."

[Pray to God that I don't survive, otherwise, I'll destroy you.]

And with those chilling words, she spread her arms wide, a gesture of both surrender and defiance, and stepped off the edge of the cliff, plunging into the abyss below.