Chapter 1

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THE END BEFORE THE BEGINNING

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In the world of pain, find your pills. 

But what if those pills are fake and cause you more pain?

Nobody knows unless someone tries it...

There is always an option that will make you stuck in a dilemma, and your chosen option will show its result in future.

No one can get out of this phase. No! You cannot choose both options, but which one is the correct one?

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Ethereal. Beautiful!

The only word that would come out once you see the arrangements.

A wedding.

Hiding the deepest secrets, showing your fake smile to everyone. 

It wasn't just a wedding. The outsiders saw it as a charming eternal place not knowing it was the last day of someone's liberty, right to freedom.

The halls were decorated with the beautiful white lilies, and the palace like place were surrounded by guards. 

But the inside was the most shocking for everyone.

Red. 

Not just a red which looked like love... 

It was much darker, sending chills through the spine, as if it was caging them all.

Whispers were heard as soon as people start spreading around the room and not so soon the place became a crowd.

Ministers and businessmen along with designers and advocates, all the highly respected posts were invited.

After all it was the wedding of the youngest successful CEO, NORTH THEERAVIT!

The face with angelic features, that would make you feel attacked with heaven, but inside of that angelic face, was a devil that would torment you even in hell.

Dressed up in black, as the devil he was in the middle of dark red halls with a slight smirk curved in his face.

It was finally the day he was desperately waiting, the day he could finally own his love.

Everything was going according to his plan, or so that's what he thought. 

His eyes roamed around the place, satisfied with all the respected honours he invited, and now the only wait was for his love, for his groom, for his soon-to-be husband... NIGHT SOIKHAM or let's say NIGHT THEERAVIT!

Desperate waiting. But would his plan be a success?

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"N-Now you may call your g-groom." The priest sluttered in a nervous tone. Never in his life he thought that he was going to be the one to do this wedding but the way he was threatened was enough for him to back off his attitude and follow the footsteps.

Even the people who were going to witness the weddings were curious as no one knew and saw who the groom was. 

Silence.

And a minute later, whispers.

No one came down the aisle.

The priest cleared his throat and again begun to speak,

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