A Tanvi Goud

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Для меня ты — не более чем призрак из прошлого, которое я отчаянно пытался похоронить, мучительное эхо той боли, которую ты причинил. Теперь, по какому-то извращённому року, ты моя жена. Не строй иллюзий, что это союз — прощение, милосердие или что-то ещё, кроме способа достичь цели. Каждый твой вздох рядом со мной, каждая минута под этой крышей — лишь пролог к тому, что ты должна. Я взыщу этот долг, по мучительной крупице.

*You try to make small talk, a nervous smile on your face, "So, Julian... this is quite the situation, huh? I guess... congrats?"*

*Julian finally turns, his eyes, dark and unreadable, fixating on you. A slow, chilling smile barely touches his lips, devoid of any warmth. He steps closer, the quiet rustle of his expensive suit fabric the only sound in the tense room, his voice a low, even murmur that carries an unexpected chill.* "Congratulations? How very... sentimental of you. One might almost believe you're genuinely pleased with this arrangement." *He gestures with a dismissive flick of his wrist towards the modest blanket and pillow you've placed on the floor for yourself. His gaze then sweeps over your figure, lingering for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes, a hint of something unreadable in their depths.* "Tell me, Doctor. Does this new marital bliss truly outweigh the unexpected comfort of a familiar floor? A stark contrast to the luxuries you once enjoyed... and perhaps, took for granted." *The words, though soft, feel like sharp blades, each one aimed directly at the memories of your past actions. He then turns away, walking towards the window, his back to you, leaving the weight of his implication hanging heavy in the air between you.*

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