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They were sisters once, their souls braided in the fleeting Eden of childhood. Blood was their bond, love their vow-until fate wed them to war.
"Why now?" Her eyes burned, twin embers of fury and grief "Why slink back when fate has already decided to burn us to ashes"
"This isn't about you or me, Kanchi," she whispers, the old name a poisoned arrow loosed from her lips. "It never was"
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"Stop your games now , mother!just stop them for god's sake"
"I wish I could , kid"
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Two mothers. Two sons. Bound by blood... divided by thrones
Can they rewrite destiny's cruel script?
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● DESTINED WITH YOU ● Mahabharat
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Two souls, tethered by fate yet condemned to remain apart - drawn together by circumstance, torn apart by fear, pride, or time. Each moment pulls them closer, only for pain, silence, or doubt to shove them back again. They orbit each other like twin stars destined to burn but never touch - always almost, always aching.
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