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As days turned into weeks, Mythili and Mrityunjay grew closer—or rather, Mythili felt they did. Her initial crush on him blossomed into a deep, unspoken love. She adored him secretly, treasuring every moment they spent together. She wasn't aware that Mrityunjay had noticed her feelings long ago and was playing his own game to win her over. Despite her growing affection, she hesitated to express her feelings, fearing it might disrupt their fragile bond.

Mrityunjay made it a point to spend time with Mythili every evening. Whether it was a walk in the gardens, a quiet dinner ofcourse made by her, or simply talking about their days, these moments became the highlights of Mythili's life. She was happy in these little cocoons feeling with Mrityunjay. Her heart soared, and she began to dream of a future with Mrityunjay, imagining the family she had always longed for. To her, Mrityunjay was the embodiment of all her hopes and dreams.

However, Mrityunjay's feelings were far from reciprocated. Behind his facade of concern and affection, his hatred for Mythili simmered. Every time he saw her dance, embodying her passion and dedication, his disdain grew. To him, her dancing was a degradation, a stark contrast to the values he upheld. Yet, he masked his contempt with a nonchalant demeanor, always pretending to support her endeavors.

He made a show of picking her up from college, feigning concern and interest in her daily life. Mythili, in her innocence, took his actions as genuine care and affection. She cherished these gestures, feeling closer to him each day.

Mythili's dance academy flourished with her presence. Known for teaching various forms of dance, the academy's reputation soared, attracting more students and patrons. Mythili's talent and dedication brought fame not only to herself but also to the institution. She became a celebrated figure in her local city, admired for her grace and skill.

Despite her rising fame of being a teacher and charitable dances to raise funds, Mythili remained humble, focusing her thoughts on Mrityunjay. She believed that their relationship was growing stronger, that he was beginning to see her as more than just a friend. Little did she know that Mrityunjay's hatred was reaching its peak, every moment spent with her fueling his inner conflict. He despised her dancing, yet he continued to play the part of a supportive companion, his true intentions hidden beneath layers of deceit.

As Mythili's love for Mrityunjay deepened, she felt like she was finally living her dreams. She envisioned a future where they would be a family, where her love would be reciprocated. Her heart was filled with hope and joy, unaware of the darkness lurking behind Mrityunjay's charming exterior. The more she adored him, the more determined he became to execute his plan, a plan that hinged on breaking her heart in the most brutal way possible.

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One day, Mrityunjay picked Mythili up and took her to a secret place in the city, a lush green garden she cherished in the whole city. She never brought up Adwait’s name, knowing how sensitive a topic it was for Mrityunjay.

Mrityunjay opened with Mythili. Her shine in eyes he anticipated as greed for money. ALso Mythili was genuinely concerned about his job and success. He once shared about him working in ABC….Company as a team leader. Now Mythili’s prayers also had a share for Mrityunjay and his well being.

"Umm Mitthu!" Mythili said with a sheepish smile as she knew what his response would be by this nickname.

Mrityunjay glared at her as anticipated "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"What? It’s a sweet name, Mitthu. I like it."she feigned 

"It’s my name. You have no right to spoil it."he gritted as his royal blood didin’t take disobedience.

"You can give me a name. I won’t feel bad," Mythili replied stubbornly.

Mrityunjay rolled his eyes. "I don’t care! I don’t want to give you any name."

"Okay, you can also call me Mitthu. It’s just that your name is too long to say…"

"Shut up, I will not call you Mitthu. You are not that sweet."

"Hawww! I am sweet," she teased, playfully hitting him. 

Mrityunjay started to run, and they both fell to the ground, with Mythili landing on top of him. They looked into each other's eyes, and Mythili's cheeks turned beetroot red. Mrityunjay harshly pushed her aside, causing her elbow to scratch.

"What the hell is this, Mythili? Can’t you control yourself? All that dancing has ruined your balance." Tears pricked Mythili's eyes. The scratch didn’t pain her but Mrityunjay’s words. Her lips wobbled

"I... it was..."

“Don;t start with your water works, Mythili. Grow up.” Mythili nodded like a puppy and stood up

“Mitthu!”

"Shut up. Just come to the car. I’ll drop you at the bus stand. I have some work."Mrityunjay wanted to go away from her as it suffocated him to breathe in the same air with the killer of his brother.

"Oh, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t leave your work. I could come alone, Mrityunjay."Now her thoughts were resolved to his work, not about pain.

Mrityunjay, furious but hiding his true status as the next crowned prince being a driver to a low class dancer.he grumbled, "Whatever. Just get in the car."

He dropped her at the bus stand and drove off, leaving her alone. It was late, but he cared less. After a while, he felt bad for shouting at her and decided to return. The city wasn’t safe at this hour. When he got back, he saw Mythili talking to a boy in a car. They were smiling, and Mrityunjay cursed himself for coming back, thinking she had found a ride.

In reality, Mythili was politely declining her old schoolmate’s offer for a ride, knowing his wife as well.

Meanwhile, in the States, Kavya was enjoying her time completing her course, supported by Ajinkya with funds and luxuries. She FaceTimed with Mrityunjay every day to discuss their plan against Mythili.

Mrityunjay always wanted to discuss them but Kavya just loves to discuss Mythili because only her elimination makes her close to her own target. 

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On a video call, Kavya smirked. "So, how’s the little dancer?"

Mrityunjay sighed. "She’s completely fallen for me. It’s disgusting how much she adores me."

“Aww! She loves you, you are not that heartless Mrityunjay. You can reciprocate her feelings towards you.”she teased, making Mrityunjay furious.

“Even the feeling disgust me Kavya. I am just planning to get her on her knees and then I will give her the taste of the medicine. Soon she is going to disclose her feelings.” 

"Good," Kavya replied. "Remember, the goal is to make her suffer. She thinks she can play games like she did with Adwait? We’ll show her."

"I know, I know," Mrityunjay said, a hint of doubt in his voice. "But sometimes, I wonder if this is too much."

Kavya’s eyes narrowed. "Too much? Are you forgetting what she did to Adwait? She deserves every bit of pain we’re planning."

Mrityunjay hesitated. "Yeah, but... she’s just so innocent. It’s hard to hate her when she looks at me like that."

Kavya's tone turned sharp. "Don’t get soft now, Mrityunjay. We’ve come too far. Also she is perfect in acting in which she entangled our Adwait.You have to stay strong and stick to the plan. Make her believe you love her, then crush her."

Mrityunjay nodded reluctantly. "You’re right. I’ll do it. She’ll regret ever crossing our path."

"Good," Kavya said with satisfaction. "Keep me updated. I want every detail." They both randomly talked and bid goodnight

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As days passed, Mythili grew more attached to Mrityunjay, eagerly waiting for him every evening after her dance class. They had become habitual to each other’s company, though Mythili was blissfully unaware of the sinister plan unfolding behind her back.

Mrityunjay continued to play his role, hiding his true feelings and intentions. He knew he had to break her heart in the most brutal way, and with Kavya’s constant encouragement, he stayed on course, even as a small part of him questioned the cruelty of their actions.

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Mythili’s love for Mrityunjay began as a tender, blossoming romance. From the moment they met, she was captivated by his enigmatic presence and magnetic charm. Mrityunjay, with his brooding intensity and piercing gaze, seemed to understand her in ways no one else ever had. Their connection was immediate and profound, deepening with each stolen glance and whispered conversation.

As their relationship grew, Mythili's feelings for Mrityunjay transformed from mere infatuation into a deep, all-encompassing love. She found herself thinking of him constantly, her heart yearning for his touch, her soul craving his presence. This love soon took on a spiritual dimension; she began to see Mrityunjay not just as a lover, but as a guiding star, a beacon of light in her life. Her devotion to him was absolute, unwavering, and complete.

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One day, as Mrityunjay picked Mythili up, they went to her secret garden in the city. Mythili never discussed Adwait, knowing it was a sore topic for Mrityunjay.

“Umm Mitthu!” Mythili said, giving him a sheepish smile.

Mrityunjay glared at her. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“What? It’s a sweet name, Mitthu. I like it.”

“It’s my name. You have no right to spoil it.”

“You can give me a name. I won’t feel bad,” Mythili replied stubbornly.

Mrityunjay rolled his eyes. “I don’t care! I don’t want to give you any name.”

“Okay, you can call me Mitthu. It’s just that your name is too long to say…”

“Shut up, I will not call you Mitthu. You are not that sweet.”

“Hawww! I am sweet,” she teased, playfully hitting him.

Mrityunjay started to run, and they both fell to the ground, with Mythili landing on top of him. They looked into each other's eyes, and Mythili's cheeks turned beetroot red. Mrityunjay harshly pushed her aside, causing her elbow to scratch.

“What the hell is this, Mythili? Can’t you control yourself? All that dancing has ruined your balance.” Tears pricked Mythili's eyes.

“I... it was...”

“Shut up. Just come to the car. I’ll drop you at the bus stand. I have some work.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t leave your work. I could come alone, Mrityunjay.”

Mrityunjay, furious but hiding his true status as the next crowned prince, grumbled, “Whatever. Just get in the car.”

He dropped her at the bus stand and drove off, leaving her alone. It was late, but he cared less. After a while, he felt bad for shouting at her and decided to return. The city wasn’t safe at this hour. When he got back, he saw Mythili talking to a boy in a car. They were smiling, and Mrityunjay cursed himself for coming back, thinking she had found a ride.

In reality, Mythili was politely declining her old schoolmate’s offer for a ride, knowing his wife as well.

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As days passed, Mrityunjay and Mythili grew closer, or at least Mythili believed they did. She became his best companion, providing comfort and solace in the grief over Adwait. Mrityunjay pretended to accept that he wanted to marry her, convincing Mythili that she was the woman he wanted in his life. Kavya was on cloud nine, feeling that half of their work was complete. She wanted to return as soon as possible to witness Mythili’s downfall firsthand.

Meanwhile, Mythili was preparing for a program with her dance team. It was a charitable dance competition arranged by the state government ministry to raise some funds for Mute and deaf  students. She asked Mrityunjay to come to her practice class.

One evening, as Mythili prepared for her performance, she asked, “Mrityunjay, will you come to my practice today?”

He forced a smile. “Of course, Mythili. I wouldn’t miss it.”

As he watched, a male dancer, Sidharth, flirted with Mythili, but she was too naive to notice. Mrityunjay's fists clenched as he watched them dance together. During the practice, Mrityunjay saw Sidharth flirting with Mythili, who was oblivious to his advances. Mrityunjay’s fists clenched in anger. He watched Mythili dance, her movements filled with passion and grace. His disdain for her profession as a dancer grew, echoing the sentiments of his royal upbringing.

He felt a surge of anger when he saw Sidharth’s hand on Mythili’s waist.

His hand was traveling from her waist to upward. He felt like cut his hand but Myhtili’s smiling face gave him a better taste of his own feelings. She was enjoying it?

Mrityunjay's thoughts were conflicted. It was nothing but a plan for revenge, yet why did it feel so personal? He saw Mythili dancing gracefully, unaware of Sidharth's intentions. The bitterness in Mrityunjay's heart grew.

“She’s just like the rest,” he thought. “A dancer, an entertainer. No high-class lady would take up such a hobby as a career.”

Despite his contempt, he couldn’t deny her talent. Her tenacity and passion for dance left him amazed at times. Mythili’s love for Mrityunjay began as a tender, blossoming romance. From the moment they met, she was captivated by his enigmatic presence and magnetic charm. Mrityunjay, with his brooding intensity and piercing gaze, seemed to understand her in ways no one else ever had. Their connection was immediate and profound, deepening with each stolen glance and whispered conversation.

“That bastard,” he muttered under his breath, watching Sidharth’s every move. He fast paced till their stage adn saw Myhtiuli was in Sidharth’s arms. He jerked her to himself and punched Sidharth. 

Everyone gasped at his action as Sidharth was the star dancer and only he could grace with Mythili;s skills. 

Sidharth was about to punch back but Myhtili came in between

“Sidharth please just give me time to sort this out please…Please…”Sidharth stopped and went from there in anger.

“Mrityunjay what was that? You punched him? Why?” It raised Mrityunjay’s anger. He jerked and pulled her to himself till their breaths mingled. Mythili’s eyes softened but Mrityunjay shout

“Shut the hell up Mythili he was touching you and you ? you were smiling being touched by him.yeah!” he spat making Mythili scrunched up her eyebrows.

“Mrityunjay you are angry … it was nothing. Our moves were decided by this kind of gesture.”

“Okay you are not his dancing partner anymore.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like it.”

“Mrityunjay, It is a charitable cause.”

“Whatever! You are not dancing with him. Either you change your partner or let it go.”

“This..this is not right Mrityunjay.”

“I have decided Mythili.” he went, making Mythili’s situation bad. She took her name back which caused chaos in the academy and a good rebuke session.

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As their relationship grew, Mythili’s feelings for Mrityunjay transformed from mere infatuation into a deep, all-encompassing love. She found herself thinking of him constantly, her heart yearning for his touch, her soul craving his presence. This love soon took on a spiritual dimension; she began to see Mrityunjay not just as a lover, but as a guiding star, a beacon of light in her life. Her devotion to him was absolute, unwavering, and complete.

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On a video call with Kavya, Mrityunjay discussed their plan.

“So, how’s the little dancer lover of yours?” Kavya smirked.

“Careful with your words Ms.Kavya!She’s completely fallen for me. It’s disgusting how much she adores me,” Mrityunjay replied.

“Good. Remember, the goal is to make her suffer. She thinks she can play games like she did with Adwait? We’ll show her.”

Mrityunjay sighed. “I know, but sometimes I wonder if this is too much.”

Kavya’s eyes narrowed. “Too much? Are you forgetting what she did to Adwait? She deserves every bit of pain we’re planning.”

Mrityunjay hesitated. “Yeah, but... she’s so innocent sometimes, I am surprised sometimes I feel Am I committing a mistake? It’s hard to hate her when she looks at me like that.”

“Don’t get soft now, Mrityunjay. We’ve come too far. You have to stay strong and stick to the plan. Make her believe you love her, then crush her.”

Mrityunjay nodded reluctantly. “You’re right. I’ll do it. She’ll regret ever crossing our path.”

“Good. Keep me updated. I want every detail.”

As days passed, Mrityunjay and Mythili grew even closer. Mythili eagerly waited for him every evening after her dance class. She had become a part of his routine, unaware of the sinister plan unfolding behind her back. Mrityunjay continued to play his role, hiding his true feelings and intentions. He knew he had to break her heart in the most brutal way, and with Kavya’s constant encouragement, he stayed on course, even as a small part of him questioned the cruelty of their actions.

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Mrityunjay's plan was meticulous. He used Mythili's unwavering devotion to his advantage, ensuring that she would remain loyal and supportive no matter what. His endgame was to use her as a pawn in his revenge against Adwait, to inflict the same pain and betrayal he felt. But to Mythili, every cruel word and harsh demand from Mrityunjay was justified by her belief in his inherent goodness. She rationalized his behavior, telling herself that he was simply a tortured soul in need of healing and understanding. Her search for love would lead to her ruination.

As time passed, Mythili's once joyful and spirited demeanor faded, replaced by a solemn and austere existence. Her life revolved entirely around Mrityunjay's needs and whims. Her academy friends noticed the change in her, but their concerns fell on deaf ears. Mythili had become so deeply entrenched in her love and worship of Mrityunjay that she could not see the reality of her situation. Her self-worth was tied to his approval, and she lived in constant fear of losing his affection.

In the end, Mythili's love for Mrityunjay was both her greatest strength and her ultimate downfall. Her capacity for deep, unconditional love was unparalleled, but it was also her Achilles' heel. She gave herself entirely to a man who did not deserve her devotion, sacrificing her own happiness and well-being in the process. Her journey from love to worship to austerity serves as a poignant reminder of the dangers of losing oneself in another person, of the fine line between love and obsession, and of the devastating consequences that can arise from blind devotion.

Mritynjay personally felt that she was a good girl but according to the proofs it was the opposite. Whenever Kavya started to bad mouth Mrityunjay stopped her from talking about her. 

Mrityunjay was a prince, born into a life of privilege and honor. As a member of the royal family, he had always been taught to uphold values of respect and dignity. When he first met Mythili, he appreciated her gentle nature and admired her unwavering loyalty. Her love and dedication were something rare, and initially, he held a certain level of respect for her