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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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