BLOOD AND VOWS
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A ragged whisper escapes Kartikeya's lips, a wounded plea lost in the Chaos between them. "Why, Saanjh?" She stands across the room, a statue of cold finality after the echoing gunshot. His voice cracks, each word a shard of his breaking heart. "Why did you shoot him? You knew... you knew what he was to me. Everything." Her silence isn't just rejection; it's a brutal severing. "You knew how much I loved him," he breathes, the ache palpable. The fury beneath his fragile calm trembles to the surface. "I would have given you everything, Saanjh. My name, my heart, my all... A beat of agonizing silence. "Is this your answer? This cold silence... this crushing betrayal?" He stares at her, the woman he loved now a chilling phantom. As she turns, each step grinds against his soul. "If you walk out that door without a word..." His voice drops, laced with deadly intent, "...then let the only thing of me you carry from this moment on... be my hatred." Something shatters within him as she leaves. This isn't just loss; it's the birth of a consuming fire. He will make her watch her world burn. Why, Saanjh? "Why this silence?" that screams of a choice I can never forgive?
Heart risked, shattered. Love profound, now vengeful fire.
What drove Saanjh to betray the one who gave her all? Uncover this story of broken love and burning revenge.
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