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๐–๐–Š๐–‘๐–›๐–Š๐–™ ๐•ฏ๐–Š๐–†๐–™๐– : ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ณ๐–Ž๐–‰๐–‰๐–Š๐–“ ๐•ผ๐–š๐–Š๐–Š๐–“

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๐–๐–Š๐–‘๐–›๐–Š๐–™ ๐•ฏ๐–Š๐–†๐–™๐– : ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Š ๐•ณ๐–Ž๐–‰๐–‰๐–Š๐–“ ๐•ผ๐–š๐–Š๐–Š๐–“

They thought I was just a bride. A girl wrapped in red, draped in silence. But I was never the girl in the fairytale. I was the blade behind the curtain. The blood that whispered through kingdoms." I am Kritika Rathod - The woman they called Velvet Death. Not because I killed recklessly, But because I never missed. They tried to chain me in palaces. Hide me behind veils. But I was made of shadows and strategy. I do not follow kings. I create them. And he - Rivanth Rathod - He didn't tame me. He met me, blood for blood. Fire for fire. And loved the devil I had to become. He was a king of empires. But I was war itself. And when the world came to burn us...

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