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In a dimly lit hall, a well-built man knelt-a gesture he'd never made before,except for in front of his family and God. But today was different; he knelt before a woman.

His woman.

His Cara.

This was the same woman he had once adored yet hated, yet now he found himself on his knees before her. Although he prided himself on his strong moral compass and dangerous and formidable demeanour, now felt helpless for the first time.

He hasn't made the same mistake again, but this time, he begged her to say something, to say the truth because he cant handle the silence. Not her silence. But today the destiny has different plans, the truth which should be concealed, was rather revealed.

Everyone saw the pain of the 17-year-old girl, who continues to suffer to this day. The man cannot fathom how such an innocent soul could endure so much.

Her innocence was taken from her in such a brutal manner, that she forgot herself.

Before him stood a woman, a few steps away, draped in a white saree. Her face showed no emotions; it wasn't that she lacked them, but rather that she had chosen to suppress them. The same girl who was full of love and music now turned into a living corpse.

For her, fear, love, emotion, and trust were luxuries she could no longer afford, having been betrayed by those she had cherished most.

Others watched, unable to comprehend the depth of her suffering, while he was consumed by guilt and regret. He wasn't to blame, not entirely, but the spark that ignited her misery had originated from him.

If only he had allowed her to speak that day, things might have turned out differently. In the face of Destiny, even gods bow.

A line Tear slipped from his eyes-the eyes of a man regarded as a king of Rajasthan.

The king of Indian mafia.

A man who rules the underworld in the tips of his finger.

A lion in the business realm.

Avyansh Singh Rathore.

Before him stood Akshita Rai Singhania, the very woman who once loved him dearly maybe he also did the same. Yet now, her love and emotions lay buried deep within her, never to reemerge.

She had been pulled into a darkness that few would choose to face. Despite having a protective family, she had witnessed the worst. From that darkness, she had risen.

"I'm sorry," Avyansh murmured, gazing into her emotionless blue eyes.

She merely smirked in response.

"Your apology won't restore the ten years of mine life, Mr. Rathore."

And with that, she exited the hall, leaving him kneeling, unmoving.

It was on this same day a decade ago that her life had shattered-the same dark day that had changed everything for both of them.

In his life, he had never harmed the innocent, yet unknowingly, he had caused the suffering of one. The girl who wanted to live had attempted to take her own life twice.

She had transformed into someone unrecognizable, imbued with darkness. While he might hate her before, a part of him never wished her to become this way.

Their story ended before it could truly begin.

Yet, this was not the end.

Those who destroyed her, were living their lives, seemingly content, but unbeknownst to them, they had created a monster that would haunt them till death.

This was more than just a love story.

It morphed into a twisted tale of desire.

A tale of love.

A tale of trust.

A tale of sacrifice.

A tale of regret.

A tale of suffering.

A tale of revenge.

IT WAS DARKER THAN ANYONE COULD IMAGINE.

But now the balance had shifted.

It was not merely revenge.

It was VENGEANCE.

For them, love was a forbidden fruit-a luxury unattainable.

One had lost faith in it.

The other held disdain.

It was a tale of...

Their Forbidden Love.

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So, this is the new prologue, because I'm not quite satisfied with the old one.

Hope you all like it.

Your author

Russ

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