ðð° ð¢ðð ðµð©ð¦ ð©ð¦ð¢ð³ðµð´ ðµð©ð¢ðµ ð¤ð©ð°ð°ð´ð¦
ðð°ð·ð¦ ðð·ð¦ð¯ ð¸ð©ð¦ð¯ ðªðµ ð®ð¦ð¢ð¯ð´ ðð¦ðµðµðªð¯ð¨ ð¨ð°.
ððððððð¢ð!
In the shadows of power and wealth, two titans of the underworld find their fates intertwined by an unbreakable bond.
ðððð®ðªð©!
A self-made billionaire, rules the mafia world with an iron fist. Dangerous to his enemies yet tender towards his family, he loves with a fierce passion that knows no bounds. His life is a testament to the extremesâready to kill or die for the one he loves.
On the opposite end stands ð¼ðð«ðð ð the enigmatic queen of the mafia, a self-made billionaire cloaked in secrecy. Her life is steeped in books and fictional realms, yet she harbors a chilling disbelief in love. Emotionless and distant, even from those closest to her, Advika sees love as a beautiful deceitâa venomous illusion that begins with two and ends in destruction.
Their worlds collide in a contract marriage, a union of necessity and strategy rather than affection. Vidyutâs unwavering belief in love clashes with Advikaâs cold skepticism. For Vidyut, ððð£ð is a game of ðððð and death. For Advika, itâs a ðð¦ð¡â, a dangerous distraction from the ruthless realities of their lives.
"What about love?" Vidyut demands, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Love? Define it perfectly, and I might entertain the notion," Advika retorts, her laugh sharp and unsettling. "Love is a beautiful betrayal, sweet in appearance but poisonous in experience. It starts with two and ends not on one, but countless broken pieces. In the end, it only delivers hurt and undeniable pain."
"Jaan dena aur jaan lena, both are expressions of love. And I will teach you this, Mrs. Advika Vidyut Singh Rathore," Vidyut proclaims, signing the contract with a determined flourish. "Let the game beginâ ð¡ð¤ð«ð ð¤ð§ ð¡ððð. It's an eternal game."
Advika watches him walk away, her heart a fortress. "There is no such thing as love in this world. Even if people sacrifice their lives, the ones who love them live on. That's why I choose life over love."
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"Love can never win over life if death is near; he has to die," she said, aiming the gun at him.
"Love can win over life. Death can never separate two lovers; every story has two sides."
"Choose, patidev, choose. ðð°ð·ð¦ ð°ð³ ððªð§ð¦ ?" she asked.
"Do you really think... Will death separate us?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.
"Yes," she said.
"ðððð," he murmured, and he was shot near his heart twice by his own "ð¡ð¤ð«ð."
"Game over, patidev."
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Is this the end of their story or the beginning of a darker tale? Two powerful figures, bound by marriage yet divided by their beliefs. One seeks to give love, while the other shuns it. As their paths converge and secrets unravel, the stakes become higher than ever.
Join us in this gripping saga of ð¡ð¤ð«ð ð¤ð§ ð¡ððð: ð¬ðð¡ð¡ ðððð©ð ðð¥ðð§ð© ðªð¨!?
where passion, power, and peril entwine. Will love conquer all, or will their ð¥ðð¨ð© ð¨ðð£ð¨ and the shadow of ðððð©ð pull them apart?
ðð¢ð³ð¯ðªð¯ð¨: ðð¢ðµð¶ð³ð¦ ð¤ð°ð¯ðµð¦ð¯ðµ ð¢ð©ð¦ð¢ð¥. ðð¦ð¢ð¥ ð¢ðµ ðºð°ð¶ð³ ð°ð¸ð¯ ð³ðªð´ð¬. ðð©ðªð´ ðªð´ ðµð©ð¦ ð¥ð¢ð³ð¬ ð³ð°ð®ð¢ð¯ð¤ð¦ ðµð¢ðð¦.