I knew all of this; my birth, my life- everything, led up to this very exact moment. To be the flesh that the fleas feed on. The fuel for the greedy leechers who crave the blood of others but not their own. They yearn for the meal that will sustain their bodies- supple of others flesh, yet still craving more. They crawl towards me, eager and excited, beady eyes ravaging me, as if they had already devoured me. I lay there, ever so still. I do not scream; I do not move. This was my purpose. The flesh the fleas consume.
"A cursed heir. A forced ghost marriage. An innocent boy bound to a haunted haveli. When Veeransh and Aariv are tied together by fate, what begins as superstition becomes a love powerful enough to defy even death."
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