Ishq nasheela

Ishq nasheela

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Fate. Destiny. Aren't the both words same? Not for Trisha. Destiny was something that she wished for but destroyed it by her own hands. And fate was something she didn't know was for her. According to grammer and world, fate and Destiny are the same. Maybe. But in Trisha's life, everything is twisted. The Destiny she ruined, destroyed, smoked and removed from her life is going to return as her fate. A major misunderstanding between her professionalism and feelings caused her to regret her whole remaining life. She regretted underestimating her emotions and burning them deep inside her broken heart. A mistake that took her will of living away from her.
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"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this." "Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice. Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-" "Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning with hatred. I shook my head, trembling. "No. I can't. It will hurt. Please." "You will pay for what you did to Prisha," he spat, dragging me closer to the jagged shards. "Yuvraj, no!" I screamed as he shoved me forward. The sharp edges pierced my skin, sending searing pain through my feet. "Walk," he commanded, his voice void of mercy. "Please, Yuvraj. Stop," I begged, sobbing as the glass tore through flesh. He laughed cruelly. "This is what you deserve, Aisha. Keep going." Her broken sobs filled the room, each step she took leaving a trail of blood. "This is for Prisha," I said, my voice sharp and unyielding. "Please," she whispered, collapsing onto the floor. I stood over her, unmoved. "This is just the beginning, Aisha. Your torment has only begun." Discover more of Aisha and Yuvraj's story in The Threads of Destiny-Book 1 in the Sharma Series. Cover designed by my talented friend @𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐚_𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

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