Palki- His thread of fate

Fri, 26 Jun 2026 14:37:09 +0000

She is my wife but mysterious is silent. She was someone I used to know in childhood when suddenly she and her family disappeared in thin air.

I saw her after years in a club without a hijab on her head. It was the first time I saw her hair. Those black shiny hair that was open and smell like the fucking jasmine.

I never knew it. After marrying her, I had to untangle every thread from her life. Her life is a bundle of tangled threads that need patience to be untangled.

She becomes a mute, I accept it. She doesn't remember me; I accept it too. But she doesn't remember her name or her parents I can't accept that.

Palki Rajput is not a simple woman I got to know after marrying her. She is a mess. My beautiful mess, for her, I can do anything, means anything to keep her to myself, safe and happy.

I will burn everyone for her; I can burn even myself if she wants. This much I am obsessed with her.

I will get on my knees if she says I look good when I am on my knees for her.