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HER.
He entered the room, grabbed my shoulder, and said,
"You are bound to me only by these rituals. Don't ever dare to call yourself my wife, not now, not ever. I will never accept you as my wife."
With that, he left the room, leaving silence in his wake.
HIM.
I had never imagined someone could become more important to me than my own life-someone whose single tear could shatter my heart, whose smile could make me destroy the world. She was mine... only mine. My wife. My Meera.
Determined to confess my feelings, I opened the door...
What I saw made the ground vanish beneath me. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and my breath caught in my throat. There she was-my Meera-covered in blood, lying on the floor, her lips stained, her body soaked in it.
Every instinct in me screamed.
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