Phantom Bonds ~ Unfortunate addiction
๐๐ญ.๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ โโหเผบ๐ฆนโ๐ฆนเผป หโโ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. "เคชเฅเคฐเคฟเคฏเคพ เคนเฅเคฆเคฏเฅเคถเฅเคตเคฐเฅ... เคตเฅ เคเคช เคนเคฎเคพเคฐเฅ เคธเคพเคฅ เคเคเคเฅ เคจเคพ? เคตเคฟเคเฅเคฐเคฎเคพเคคเฅเคฎเคฟเคเคพ, เคฎเฅเคฐเคพ เคธเคฎเคฟเคเฅเคทเคพ |" ("Beloved Hridayeshwari [Heart's Queen/ Heart's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikram ฤtmikฤ [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. ๐๐ข๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฆ & his ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ก๐- ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ."

