Destiny's Intuition[HIATUS]

CHAPTER 6.1

In the time of yore, a phenomenon of the rarest ilk graced the lives of but a mere fraction of humanity, a phenomenon known as "Soulmates." These fabled occurrences whispered through the annals of ancient lore, were gifted only to the most celestial of beings, a mere one in a million souls. It was said that these chosen ones were touched by the heavens themselves, bestowed with an ethereal fortune known to few.

Within the tapestry of fate, these souls were inextricably bound, woven together by threads that surpassed the bounds of mere mortal understanding. An unbreakable connection forged not by choice, but by destiny . They stood as pillars of mutual understanding, a silent language etched into their very souls, requiring no effort to comprehend each other's innermost thoughts and feelings.

Such was the depth of their connection that these rare souls bore a mark upon their wrists, a quote chosen by fate itself. A single phrase, a distillation of the words they would come to exchange with each other, eternally imprinted on their flesh as a testament to their unparalleled bond.

Little was known of the intricacies of this enigma, shrouded as it was in the mists of antiquity. Yet, it was whispered that the touch of one soulmate upon the other would ignite a spark, an electric current of sensation that traversed the boundaries of the physical and delved into the realm of the spiritual. A touch that transcended the corporeal and ignited the flame of recognition within their intertwined souls.

But even in the absence of such contact, the seeds of affection were destined to blossom. Hearts intertwined by destiny would inexorably find themselves gravitating toward one another, drawn by an invisible force that surged through their very essence.

Thus, the legend of the soulmates persisted, a phenomenon of cosmic alignment that united two souls in a dance of fate . It was a phenomenon that defied explanation and spoke to the profound mysteries of the universe, a gift bestowed upon the select few who possessed the celestial favor of the heavens themselves.

"Betrayal amidst soulmates mirrors the fracture of an oath sworn with existence itself, a solitary sentence that weaves through the threads of life. Yet, the path of retribution is no swift demise; the betrayer shall suffer until the very depths of their endurance crumble."

I am grounded so I couldn't edit or write any. . .so here (not chap but something related)
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