"You still think I'm the villain?" she whispered. Aviraj looked at her for a long moment. Then he stepped closer. "I think..." "...you became one long before I met you." Some smiles are masks. Some promises are weapons. And some marriages... ...are nothing more than beautifully wrapped punishments. One death changed everything. One wedding buried even more. A kingdom built on power. A family held together by loyalty. A marriage forged through vengeance. Every person has their own version of the truth. Every truth hides another lie. Every silence protects another secret. Behind the grandeur of Rathore Haveli... every corridor whispers a different story. Some mourn. Some manipulate. Some wait. And some smile... ...as though they have nothing to hide. Because in this story... No one is innocent. No one is entirely guilty. And every soul carries a secret capable of destroying them all. Because in the end... Truth doesn't set people free. It destroys everything they were trying to protect.
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