𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. “Gunahon ke muntashir ko to unka ek deedar bhi sajda hai.” All of it was a game– sinister, deadly and unforgiving. And losing was no longer an option. It was just a marriage of convenience; bound by a contract, limited by time. Love was out of the picture. Trust was too hard to give. She was burning with rage. He eschewed the tiniest flame. One touch and it would burn him all over again. But that's the catch; she couldn't stand the touch of anyone on her skin. He was as cold as death, like a living corpse. The same death that allured her time and time again, beckoning her to give in. But she refused to yield, no matter how much darkness pulled her into its abyss. They came together for their own selfish reasons. She saw him as a pawn. He considered her a tool. Revenge was what they sought. Their hearts were hollowed. Souls crushed. Both of them were shattered beyond mending. And sometimes it's the broken pieces that coalesce into the finest art. She survived all the atrocities. He lived through all the brutalities. But could they evade what destiny has in store for them? Or will the secrets buried in the ash of the past destroy it all?