Prithvi stepped out of the room, Tara's words echoing in his mind like a haunting refrain. The weight of her accusation bore down on him, each syllable a dagger piercing his heart.

He struggled to maintain his composure, to suppress the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

His throat constricted with the effort of holding back the tears that threatened to spill over. He leaned heavily against the nearby pillar, his body trembling with the weight of his anguish.

Every fiber of his being ached with the pain of Tara's betrayal, the depth of her accusation cutting him to the core.

In that moment of vulnerability, Prithvi felt utterly alone, the weight of his burden crushing him beneath its suffocating embrace.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to find the strength to endure, to face the harsh reality that now lay before him. But deep down, he knew that the wounds inflicted by Tara's words would not easily heal, leaving him adrift in a sea of doubt and despair.

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Prithvi stood on the terrace, the cool night air enveloping him as he gazed up at the moon, its soft glow casting a tranquil light over the surroundings.

But amidst the serenity of the night, his mind was plagued by memories of the past, haunting echoes of a time he wished he could forget.

He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. Yet, like specters emerging from the darkness, they persisted, relentless in their pursuit of his peace.

It was a moment etched in his mind, a memory he couldn't shake no matter how hard he tried. The pain of it cut deep, a wound that refused to heal even after all these years.

With a heavy heart, Prithvi leaned against the railing, his body weighed down by the burden of his past.

In the stillness of the night, he allowed himself to remember, to confront the ghosts that haunted him, hoping that somehow, by facing them head-on, he could find the closure he so desperately sought.

"𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯," 𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪, 24 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. "𝘉-𝘣𝘶-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩-𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰-𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬-𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘸𝘪-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 - 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 4 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳," 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘉𝘶-𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦-𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦- 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘰-𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢-𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?" 𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"𝘕𝘰-𝘯𝘰, 𝘐-𝘐 𝘤𝘢-𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱?" 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘕-𝘕𝘰, 𝘢-𝘢 𝘣𝘪-𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘯𝘰," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘭.

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"𝘎𝘰, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘎𝘰," 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳," 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪.

"𝘕-𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘰," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘑𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

"𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰," 𝘑𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘈𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"𝘚-𝘚𝘏-𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘚𝘏𝘐," 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

"𝘚-𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪," 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺. "𝘐-𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘶𝘮-𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦?" 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

"𝘛-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣-𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘤𝘰-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘑𝘢𝘢- 𝘑𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪 𝘢-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉- 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧-𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰-𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺.

"𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘪 𝘬𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪, 𝘭𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘩𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯.

(𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.)

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺?" 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!"

𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.

"𝘐-𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺," 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

"𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘫𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘬 𝘗𝘈𝘎𝘈𝘓 𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢... 𝘕𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘢 𝘥𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘬 𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪, 24 𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘬 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪."

( 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 24, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥.)

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶!" 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.

𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣.

𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤̧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

𝘈𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴.

𝘈𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

"𝘐-𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢-𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢-𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦-𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦."

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯. "𝘛𝘩-𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩-𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐-𝘐 𝘸𝘪-𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘎𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦," 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺.

"𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰-𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰-𝘰𝘶𝘵 - 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦," 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦.

"𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵," 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭. "𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘈𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱.

𝘚𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘔𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘖𝘈𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘪'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘭, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘷𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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As tears welled in his eyes, Prithvi gazed up at the moon, its soft glow offering little solace in the darkness of the night.

The weight of Tara's accusation hung heavy in his mind, echoing like a haunting refrain.

"Because you are a murderer."

The words reverberated through his thoughts, each syllable like a dagger to his heart. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, knowing that he had failed to protect those he loved.

The memory of Tara's terrified face flashed before his eyes, her trust shattered by the accusation against him.

Prithvi's chest tightened with anguish as he grappled with the implications of Tara's words. He felt like a prisoner in his own mind, trapped by the shadows of his past and the uncertainty of his future.

Tears blurring his vision as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of Tara's accusation. He felt as though a chasm had opened up beneath him, threatening to swallow him whole.

In that moment, he longed to reach out to her, to plead for understanding, but he knew deep down that the damage had been done.

As the tears continued to fall, Prithvi's mind raced with unanswered questions, his heart heavy with sorrow and regret.

With a heavy sigh, Prithvi turned away from the moon, in the darkness of the night, he found no answers, only the echoing silence of his own shattered heart.

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As the new day starts Padma reluctantly prepared to embark on her pilgrimage journey, Kusum's words of caution cut through the tension in the air.

"Sambhal ke jayega maaji," Kusum said to Padma, her tone tinged with concern.

( Go carefully Maaji)

Prithvi stood nearby, his expression stony. The family had gathered out of genuine concern for Padma's well-being, their farewells carrying a tone of genuine sentiment amidst the strained dynamics within the household.

"Paucheke khabar bejeyega ka Maa," Deepak added, his voice laced with reassurance as he addressed Padma.

( Send us news onces you arrive, Maa)

With a forced smile, Padma climbed into the car, her eyes betraying the reluctance she felt about leaving.

As the car disappeared from view, leaving behind a cloud of dust, Prithvi remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the vanishing silhouette of the car.

With Padma's departure marking the beginning of Prithvi's departure to America soon.

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