Collisions

Collisions

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Last published Sat, Sep 27, 2025

fictional mythical rathrixrudransh stories

Rudransh despised Rathri and Rathri reciprocated the emotions thrown at her. The opposites find a dimension where they are meant to meet, hate and in the end fall in love and then apart. ___________________________________________________________________________________ "You know, this isn't how things are supposed to be." "But your actions speak otherwise, Rathri." "I wish, just once, only once fate could bring us together and I'll make sure that we're never apart." _________________________________________________________________________________ How are things supposed to be when both can't live without the other but they both aren't destined to live with each other? Where one can't survive if the other exists and one can destroy what means evrything to them. Jump into a story that might answer these questions. (It was my 3 AM thought that made me write this short series.)

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