DILLAGI: ISHQ KA CHAKRAVYUH
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Última atualização ter, jul 28, 2026
"Choose your words carefully, or you might lose yourself in them" she uttered
He took a step closer and softly whispered, "Kho to hamne apne ap ko usi din diya tha jis din apki ankon me dekha tha"
"I will never let those be together!! This is my kingdom, and only my will rules here!" Pratap roared in the empty royal courtroom.
"This enmity between the two kingdoms will end....if they unite. If those come together-" a voice whispered from the dark shadows.
"My...love..ca...can never be complete. I...wo..would n..never ever see..h..her again" he said between staggered breaths.
"Why...wh..why does god always tear me away from..th..the one..i.... love?? why??" she screamed as blood seeped through her white clothes.
HER POV:
I woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat...hands trembling. The same dream. The same people. The same words! Why? Why do I see this dream every single night, yet never know anyone's name? for years it has haunted me- no clue, no backstory...nothing.
Ughhh!! What's happening to me? Why? What have I done...to see such a painful story? Whose story it this?? Is it even real? is...it truly....a real Dillagi?
HIS POV:
Once again I saw it! The royal kingdom...blood...tears..war..screams - screams that felt as if they were calling out to me. What is all this? And why do I see these dreams? For years, I have wondered....who are they? What is this story?
Why have I never seen the faces of those two- the YUVRAJ AND YUVRANI? Every dream- Yuvraj! Yuvrani! Dillagi? Seriously? Dillagi? Means a joke? Of what? Love? Time? What is it all!! The hell! My head aches with all this!! Whose saga is this?
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