Panch-Til 2 | The Vardhan Legacy
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You ran from the Kings, Navanya. You thought you could hide my blood in a dirty city? Now, you will watch me strip away everything you love, piece by piece - Zoravar
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I knelt outside your studio door every single day, Navanya. The prince of this valley begged you for forgiveness like a dog begging for crumbs. You heard me crying. You knew how broken I was after my mother died. But you sat behind that door, calculated your tracks, and let me believe you were dead. You didn't just run from a cage... you ripped my soul out and stole my son - Shourya
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No! No, please, Zoravar, don't do this! Take my life, punish me, kill me if you want-but give me my baby! He needs his mother! You cannot be this heartless to an innocent child! - Navanya
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