Forever Written in Blood

He was born where the roads were dusty and dreams were simple.
She belonged to a city of lights, ambition, and endless noise.
Two different worlds—yet when they met, love made them equal.

Their love was quiet, sincere, and fearless.
But the world around them was not.

Families refused. Society judged. Love was labeled dishonor.
So one night, holding only each other, they ran away. In a small temple, with trembling hands and hopeful hearts, they married—believing love would finally set them free.

It didn’t.

They found him.
They dragged him back.
They killed him—not for wrongdoing, but for loving without permission.

With his death, something inside her shattered forever.

Grief turned into fire. Love turned into revenge. She hunted every soul responsible—those who planned it, those who executed it, and those who watched in silence. One by one, they fell. Not out of cruelty, but devotion.

When the last name was erased, she was left with nothing—except love and emptiness.

She returned to the temple where forever had once begun. Sat where he had smiled. Closed her eyes.

“Now no one can separate us,” she whispered.

Some love stories are meant to be lived.
Some are meant to be paid for.

Theirs was so powerful, it demanded everything—
even life itself.