Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Silhouette scream
Meera and Vedanth stood in the middle of an opulent yet eerie room, its luxury overshadowed by an unsettling darkness. Velvet curtains blocked out every trace of light, while the faint scent of roses mixed with something metallic—something unmistakably like blood—hung in the air.
At the far end of the room, a woman stood with her back to them. Her silhouette was sharp, almost sculpted by the dim glow of a single flickering candle on the table beside her. The room itself seemed to shrink under the weight of her presence—serene, yet suffocating.
Vedanth glanced at Meera, their eyes locking for a brief moment, both silently questioning what they had walked into. Neither dared to speak. The silence wasn't empty; it was screaming, pressing down on their chests like an invisible force.
Without turning around, the woman finally spoke, her voice low and controlled, yet echoing through the darkened space.
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lonely with a broken heart💔☄️
mom??🤨
2025-02-23
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