Tu meri zidd hai , tu hi tamanaah ,
Tu hai galat mera tu hi sahi,
Sabr yeh mujhse ab nahi hota hai,
Suno na jaana tere liye ab dil yeh rota hai,
Suno na jaana sabse haseen yeh ishq hota hai,
Rudraksh stepped out of Samar's room, closing the door as softly as a whisper. His face, usually a canvas of controlled power, was now a desolate, black void, stripped bare of all expression.
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