{Eclipsed Series #1}
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Eclipsed Ardent Affection~The Tragedy In The Sands Of Chronicles
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I lost consciousness momentarily and then saw a woman with her back to me, holding...
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PRATAP GARH:-
She's gone... Nandani left Pratap Garh last night. After the things I said to her, the cruelty I unleashed without restraint, she walked out. She left me standing there, burning with my own anger, and I let her go. I didn't follow, I didn't call her back. I let my pride, my fury, seal my lips.
This morning, I heard Abhi's voice tearing through the silence-he was furious, shouting at Vansh and Shamsher Uncle. He demanded to know how she could leave without so much as a word to anyone. Apparently, she'd told an attendant she was going to Shamsher Garh for some urgent matter. But I know the real reason. It wasn't duty or responsibility that drove her away-it was me.
It was the venom in my words, the way I tore into her, pushed her away like she meant nothing to me. I went too far. No, that doesn't even begin to describe it. I crossed every boundary, shattered every unspoken understanding between us. She didn't deserve any of it. She was trying to help me, trying to make things right, and I... I lashed out. I let my temper, my fear, dictate my every word.
And now, she's gone.
Since then, I've thrown myself into work. I haven't stopped for a moment-not to eat, not to rest-because if I stop, even for a second, I know the guilt will swallow me whole. It's there, lurking in every corner of my mind, waiting to crush me under its weight. I was wrong, in ways that words can't even begin to fix. I hurt her, and now I'm left with nothing but the aftermath.
Her face haunts me, her words echo in my head, and the guilt-it wraps around me like a noose, tightening every time I think of her. I can't escape it. No matter how hard I work, no matter how much I try to distract myself, it's there. In every breath, every moment of silence, it's there.
And now, it's unbearable... the crushing realization that I've pushed her away. Maybe for good.
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