Aaditri gazed at her own reflection in the mirror, admiring her beauty with a contented smile. But her happiness didn't last long.

Suddenly, there was a loud, crashing noise, and the mirror shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the floor.

Instinctively, Aaditri shielded her face from the flying shards, fear and surprise taking over her. After a tense moment, she turned around, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and shock. There, standing in the room with an expressionless face, was a man.

The room was filled with broken glass, and the air hung heavy with tension.

Aaditri's voice trembled with anger and frustration as she demanded, "What on earth is this, Ahaan? Why did you do that?"

Ahaan, maintaining an eerie calmness as if nothing had happened, retorted, "Don't you think I'm the one who should be asking questions here?"

Aaditri, her emotions still running high, fired back, "What do you want?"

Ahaan's jaw clenched, and he spoke with a low but commanding voice that sent shivers down her spine, "What do you want? Why have you invaded my sanctuary? Didn't I make it clear not to set foot here without my permission?"

In a hushed, almost pleading tone, Aaditri whispered, "We're married now, and this house is as much mine as it is yours."

Ahaan's smirk held a hint of cruelty as he replied, "I'm well aware of that, but it appears you struggle to remember the rules."

Aaditri's eyes bore into him, filled with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

With a touch that was both gentle and forceful, Ahaan pushed Aaditri against the wall, his fingers gripping her neck firmly.

His words cut through the air like a razor's edge, laden with a menacing warning, "From the very first day we arrived here, I laid down the rule. You have your freedom to choose any room in this house, but my room is sacred ground. Don't you dare set foot inside, and don't even think about casting your eyes in that direction."

"This is your first mistake," he hissed, his grip tightening on her neck.

Suddenly, he released her and locked eyes with her, his voice dripping with intensity. "So, I'm leaving you."

He stepped back, the tension in the room palpable.

"Now," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a knife, "pick up all your belongings and get out of my room. Remember, next time, I don't want you anywhere near my room, or you'll be the one shattering like this mirror."

He paused, his gaze unwavering. "You have 10 minutes, not a second more."

And with that, he turned and strode away, the gate slamming shut with a deafening thud, leaving Aaditri standing there, stunned and shaken.

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In a quiet corner of the cafeteria, Mahika sits, her face clouded with sorrow. All of a sudden, a waitress appears, calling out to her, and Mahika snaps out of her thoughts.

She looked at the waitress, who presented a tray adorned with a steaming cup of coffee and a captivating smile, before slipping a mysterious note her way.

Mahika, a mix of surprise and curiosity, can't help but wonder about the mystery behind this unexpected act of kindness in the midst of her sadness.

Mahika, with a hint of amusement, responds, "I didn't order this."

The waitress, however, chimed in with excitement, revealing, "Someone ordered this just for you."

Mahika's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but ask, "By whom?"

The waitress leaned in,whispering, "I'm sorry, he told me not to tell you, but you can find him yourself. He's the one who just left the cafe, cloaked in a black hoodie."

Mahika's heart raced as she dashed toward the exit, bursting onto the busy street. Her eyes darted around, desperately searching for the person in the black hoodie, but they seemed to have vanished in the crowd.

Feeling defeated, she returned to the cafe, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. When she looked at the coffee cup with that heartwarming smile drawn in its foam, a brief but genuine smile crossed her face.

Yet, her happiness quickly turned to puzzlement. With trembling hands, she unfolded the note, and the words hit her like a warm hug: "If it makes you happy, then it is not a waste of time."

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"I am willing to go to any extreme for the sake of love; even if it involves extinguishing love itself, I find solace in that path," Atharva declared, his voice a haunting, demonic symphony. As he said this,

he pressed her firmly against his chest, sending shivers coursing through her body,her heart raced, and she felt the intensity of his words.

Then, his demeanor shifted,his grip softened, and a more authentic smile graced his lips,It was a smile that revealed the depths of his emotions, filled with longing and vulnerability.

"Fear not, my love." he whispered with a voice filled with love and a hint of desperation, his embrace both gentle and unwavering, as if he never wanted to let go. "Within these arms, you are safe. I swear, but only as long as your heart beats for me."

She looked into his eyes, her voice filled with emotion, "I'm with you forever."

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