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A sharp cry tore from her throat as she lost her balance. Because someone pushed her harshly down of the terrace. She was about to fall off the edge, but her hands gripped the railing firmly. Her throat went dry, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. She tried to look toward the terrace from the pillar built into the railing, but she found no one around.
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Ye kahani haiwaaniyat ki nahi hai. Ye kahani zabardasti ki nahi hai. Ye kahani hai... Ek aise ishq ki... Jisme ek aadmi ne apna naam, apni shaan, apna gussa... Sab kuch daav par laga diya. Uske naam japte-japte... Main Thakur se jogi bana. Jogi se deewana. Aur deewane se bhakt. Log kehte hain usne ek ladki ko qaid kiya. Log kehte hain usne zabardasti shaadi ki. Par kaun samjhega... Ki jise duniya qaid samjhi... Wo kisi ki poori duniya thi. Ye kahani ek haiwaan ki nahi... Ek aise deewane ki hai... Jiska ishq itna gehra tha... Ki na bhagwan mita sake... Na insaan. Thakur Vanraj Singh. Ek naam. Ek darr. Aur ek aisa ishq... Jo ibadat ban gaya. Yati × Vanraj Her devotee × His devotion
Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."
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