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The Last Verse of Fate(The Dark Propehece)

The Last Verse of Fate – A War Against Destiny Born of divine blood, Kai was created for one purpose—to bring the world to ruin. From the moment he opened his eyes, he knew his fate. A harbinger of destruction, a tool of the gods, bound to a prophecy that spoke of the world's end. But Kai was never one to obey. He despised the gods, seeing them as puppeteers cloaked in righteousness, wielding fate as a chain to control all existence. For centuries, he walked alone, his power unmatched, his path set in stone. Yet everything changed when he met her—a mortal girl, a warrior who stood against fate itself. She belonged to a hidden order sworn to prevent the apocalypse, though they only knew half the truth. They feared a monstrous demon, unaware that the true destroyer was the very man they would come to trust. As he fought beside her, something within Kai fractured. He, who had never known fear, now feared himself. Could he truly defy the destiny carved into his very soul? Was he nothing more than a weapon, or could he forge his own path? One man understood the weight of Kai’s burden—Alen, an ancient traveler who walked alongside him for twenty years, chronicling his tale in the Book of the Dark Prophecy. Alen believed fate was absolute, yet deep down, he prayed for change. In his dying breath, he entrusted Kai with a single belief: "You can break this fate." But in the end, the prophecy was fulfilled. The world was torn in half, billions erased in a moment. Burdened by guilt, Kai turned to the gods and pleaded: "I have carried out your will. Release me." Yet the gods, ever cruel, only laughed. "This is your fate. You will walk this world until time itself ends." Betrayed. Enraged. Defiant. Before the heavens, before the gods who dared to dictate his existence, Kai stood unyielding. His voice thundered across the divine realm: "I refuse your fate!" And so began his war against the gods—a battle to shatter destiny itself.
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Lost in flames Found in dark

"Lost in Flames, Found in Dark" Some love stories don’t begin with hello. They begin after the end. She was once the light in someone’s storm — wild, warm, unforgettable. Then, in a single moment, Shruti vanished. No note. No clues. Only a silence that shattered the hearts left behind. He searched for her like a man possessed. Burned down every lie, bled for every truth — until all that remained was rage... and a love too deep to bury. Years passed. And somewhere far from the wreckage of the life she once knew, a girl opened her eyes in a hospital bed. Her name was different. Her reflection — unfamiliar. But the ache in her soul? The flashes of another life? All too real. A scar she doesn’t remember getting. A voice she still hears in her dreams. And eyes — cold, broken, beautiful — that feel like home. He doesn't know her. Not anymore. But something in him stirs when she’s near. A storm. A memory. A promise not yet fulfilled. As their worlds collide once more, past and present bleed into one. The girl who shouldn't exist remembers a life no one believes. And the boy who lost everything now stands at the edge of rediscovery… and ruin. This isn’t just a second chance. It’s fate demanding what death tried to steal. Love. Longing. Pain. Fire. And a mystery that binds their souls beyond lifetimes. Because some hearts never stop searching. Some memories refuse to fade. And some love stories are written in scars. --- SNEAK PEEK The night air was sharper than she'd expected, and the thin fabric of her top did nothing to help—but she’d already refused his jacket with full drama ten minutes ago. Pride came before comfort, apparently. From the couch behind her, Dhruv watched in silence. Head slightly tilted, fingers resting near his lips. He didn’t comment. Yet. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she muttered. “A little,” he admitted. She rolled her eyes, still facing the balcony. “This is where a gentleman offers warmth. Maybe a hot drink. Or, you know... human decency.” “You rejected the jacket and the blanket. Can’t save you from yourself.” She opened her mouth to sass back, “Unbelievable.” Before she could finish being annoyed, she felt him. He was behind her—close. His body heat rolled into her back like a slow, deliberate wave. She gasped softly, more out of surprise than cold. His hands slid into hers with quiet certainty, wrapping them up gently. Then, his arms circled around her waist, pulling her lightly against him. Her breath caught as his chest pressed warmly against her back, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to shield her from the way his warmth spread over her skin. “Dhruv!” she gasped, her voice half protest, half flustered mess. Her words scrambled as he leaned a little closer, breath grazing the side of her neck. “Better?” he asked, low and completely unaffected.
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