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Nyra-His Cursed Love






"Why?" she asked him, her voice trembling with emotion. “Why do you hate me so much?" Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, cascading like a waterfall down her cheeks. He watched her silently, his expression cold and unforgiving. As she reached out to touch his hand, he instinctively pulled away, his gaze filled with a burning intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "Why?" she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you asking me now?" he retorted, his voice dripping with anger. "After coming back into my peaceful life like an unannounced storm, you destroyed everything I had built over so many years." She continued to cry silently, her heart heavy with regret and sorrow. "There's no turning back now," he said, his tone laced with hate. "You brought this upon yourself." She is sinner! She is storm! In Hers, souls find temptation She leaves behind a trail of broken spirits She revels in their destruction She thrives in chaos feeding on sin she exhales darkness!!! He is her Healer! He is calm! In his presence, wounds find solace He offers redemption with every touch He heals broken He brings order nurturing grace He breathes life into despair!!! Get ready for the rollercoaster ride, bring popcorn and tissues with you! As we are going to being emotional rollercoaster!!



(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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