Ameeflora
She loves like an eclipse.
Sukoon carries centuries beneath her skin.
When she looks at him, it is not desire alone-
it is recognition sharpened by loss.
Her beauty is bright and
It is dangerously calm.
Dark hair like night held in still water
She smells faintly of rain after mourning.
Her touch is cold at first-
then devastatingly warm.
She does not say I love you.
She says:
"I have lost you in every possible way...
and I still choose you."
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Anirudh singh rathore
He has died loving her more times
than he has lived without her.
His love is human, reckless, aching.
He bleeds time.
He dreams of her before he meets her.
He falls first-every life.
His hands tremble when he touches her,
not from fear,
but from the unbearable sense that
this moment has already been taken from him once.
He tells her:
"If this ends badly...
let it end with you."
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Their Love
Their love is not safe.
It thins the veil.
It draws the dead closer.
Lights flicker when they argue.
Dreams become confessions.
They kiss like it might erase lifetimes of restraint.
Like they are stealing time from gods who are watching.
When they sleep together,
Sukoon remembers her crown breaking.
Anirudh remembers dying peacefully-
knowing she would be there.
Neither speaks of it.
The Darkness Between Them
Sometimes she pulls away.
Not because she doesn't love him-
but because she knows what love costs.
Sometimes he grows angry.
Not at her-
but at a universe that keeps demanding her sacrifice.
In those moments, the air turns heavy.
Spirits listen.
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The Truth
This is not a love story about forever.
It is a story about choosing each other
even when forever is forbidden.
She would end worlds for him.
He would die willingly again.
And somewhere in the dark,
fate whispers:
"Even queens bleed when they love humans."