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Eclipsed By Fate

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Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”
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