Tarun sat alone in his dimly lit office, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. The once vibrant space felt suffocating, filled with reminders of the choices he had made—choices that had cost him the one person he truly cared about. Vanni’s face haunted him, her hurt eyes reflecting the betrayal he had inflicted.
He had thought he was acting in the name of family, that his revenge against Virak Rajput was justified. But now, as he replayed the events in his mind, he realized the truth: he had sacrificed the love of his life for a misguided sense of duty. The thrill of revenge had blinded him to the consequences of his actions, and now he was left with nothing but regret.
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