Rain -His Desire💖
(Mumbai - A stormy night, years ago...) The storm outside was merciless, a violent symphony of thunder and rain battering against the glass windows of the Rathore estate. Inside, the air was just as charged-thick with betrayal, suffocating in its cruelty. Avyaan Rathore stood still, but his world was crumbling. His fingers clenched around the whiskey glass, the amber liquid trembling like the rage simmering beneath his cold exterior. He had walked in on a scene that ripped him apart from the inside-the woman he once loved, tangled in the arms of another man. Her voice, soft yet razor-sharp, sliced through the chaos in his mind. "You were never enough for me, Avyaan." Each word lodged itself deep into his soul, searing like a brand, etching a wound that would never truly heal. His jaw tightened, his breaths slow and calculated, masking the storm raging within. He had trusted her, loved her, given her every part of himself. And she had shattered it all with a smirk and a careless whisper. Something in him twisted. Snapped. Love? It was nothing but a beautifully packaged lie. A poison disguised as salvation. He had been weak once. Never again. His heart hardened as the storm outside howled in sync with the destruction inside him. From this moment forward, Avyaan Rathore would feel nothing. No love. No desire. No weakness. Only control. Only power. And no one-no one-would ever have the power to break him again. Not even the rain, which once felt cleansing. Now, it was nothing more than a reminder of the night he let his soul die.
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