The party had finally ended. Guests had departed one by one, laughter fading into soft murmurs as the night wind swept through the grand corridors .The family members too began retreating to their rooms. Ishani, exhausted yet glowing faintly under the golden chandelier lights, climbed the staircase slowly, her delicate fingers brushing the railing.
But just as she took another step, her ankle twisted she stumbled.
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✦•┈๑⋅⋯⭑⋯⋅๑┈•✦ To the world, he was the ultimate prize the kind of man women whispered about and poets wrote of. But his heart had never been his own to give. Since the age of eighteen, his world had narrowed down to a single person. One look at her changed everything, turning a boy's crush into a man's obsession. She wasn't just the love of his life; she was the very reason he chose to keep living.
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