I ran from love dressed in crimson bloom,
Where petals bled and filled the room.
She danced with dreams too close to flame,
A pretty pawn—too soft to name.
I loved, I broke, I sank too far…….
He brought me roses… like burial scars.
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⎛⎝ ≽ > ⩊ < ≼ ⎠⎞
🌸✨ Author's Note ✨🌸
In this chapter, emotions hide between lines—regret in his eyes, silence in hers. Thank you for stepping into this fragile moment with me. Your support means everything.
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Your support means the world—it keeps my pen bleeding ink and emotion
Your support means the world—it keeps my pen bleeding ink and emotion.
Until next chapter,
—Mrs. Khan
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