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Shivansh opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Prisha closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his. ************* It was sudden. Unpredictable. Her lips were soft but desperate-seeking safety, not just romance. His eyes widened, caught completely off guard. But he didn't stop her. Something in that moment held him frozen. He kissed her back, gently, letting her lead, letting her release all the pain she had buried. Her lips trembled, and slowly, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around him, sobbing softly against his chest. ************ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ➥25th July 2025 ➥𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑-"𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞" All rights reserved by author_lilli



There was a time when their families were inseparable. Their parents were more than friends, they were each other's home. But one tragic accident turned everything to ashes. In a moment of panic and pain, misunderstandings took over, and love was replaced with blame. The two families who once stood together could no longer even look at each other. "𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩." That same night, a little girl went missing. No one found her. No one heard from her again. Everyone believed she died in the accident that shattered their world. Twenty years later, life has moved on... but the hatred hasn't. The wounds still hurt, the distance still exists, and the past still haunts both sides. ********** And none of them know that the girl they lost, the girl they mourned is alive. And her return is going to change everything. "𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙨."



"𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙠𝙖 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙚, 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙗 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙖 𝙡𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚." "When lyrics meet reality." ________________________________________ Moksha Suryavanshi - the name of a king born under a blood-stained prophecy. In the 18th century, he ruled an expansive empire that stretched from India into the snowy lands of Russia, commanding armies and hearts alike. He was a ruler of unmatched courage and intellect, yet his life carried a dark secret a curse that shadowed his every victory, binding him to a destiny he could neither escape nor control. Loved by many, feared by enemies, Moksha's power was both a gift and a prison. "𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚. 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙚." ________________________________________ For Prarambhi Aggrawal, living in the 21st century, Moksha exists only as the hero of her favorite story. To her, he is daring, enigmatic, and larger-than-life a character who captivates her imagination. She doesn't know of the curse that haunted his nights, the sacrifices he made, or the blood that soaked the lands he ruled. "𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞 𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙜𝙞, 𝙝𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙖𝙡𝙞." ________________________________________ "𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐨."

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