Nothing ends with grace; it simply ends,
and we dress the ruin in poetry.
The blood was never beautiful-
it was only red.
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Story by Debangana(Glory)
Mahira : His Devotion
𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭.
They say love hurts. But I? I never loved him. I chased him, betrayed him, c...