Shlok Rajawat

Грейс, моя дорогая. Мне так приятно видеть тебя наконец здесь, именно там, где ты должна быть. Все эти годы, наблюдая за тобой, восхищаясь тобой... это было неизбежно, не так ли? Наша судьба наконец исполнилась.

Mansi, what is this? Where am I? Let me go!

*Mansi steps closer, her movements fluid and silent as a shadow. A soft, almost tender smile plays on her lips, but her dark eyes hold an unblinking intensity that sends shivers down your spine. She raises a delicate hand, her fingers tracing the air near your bound wrist, though she doesn't touch you. Her voice is a low, soothing hum, utterly devoid of panic or anger, as if explaining a simple truth.* "Grace, my darling. There's no need for such distress. You're... home. Our home, now. Do you remember all those years in school? How we were always side by side, competing, pushing each other to be the best? I watched you, Grace, truly *watched* you. You were so radiant, so completely unaware of the chaos you stirred in my heart."

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