Ek Aisi Bhi Mohabbat

Ek Aisi Bhi Mohabbat

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"I can't leave him. He can't leave me. And if destiny tears us apart... we'd rather die than be separated." I used to read love stories, hoping to feel that kind of love one day. But reality gave me a cruel check-those stories were just fiction. No one ever loved me like that... and deep down, I never believed anyone could. I never even wanted to get married. The fear of ending up with someone like my father haunted me. Then I met him. In college, when I was broken and guarded, he found me. He loved me when I couldn't love myself. He heard me when I couldn't speak. He stayed when I would've left. He made me believe in love again. But just when everything felt real... destiny began its cruel game. Yes, love brings pain. But I never imagined it could break me like this. Still-he can't let go, and neither can I. This isn't just a love story. It's the story of fighting for love when the world wants you to give up.
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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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