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Aatish stood in the courtyard, watching the embers of the bonfire. His heart carried a similar flame, fueled by years of family rivalry. The decision to marry Haniya had not been made out of love, but as a treaty to settle a long-standing feud. Haniya was the daughter of his enemy, a innocent girl who had become a pawn in this game of power. As she entered the mansion, she looked at him with eyes full of fear and defiance. 'You think you have won, Aatish?' she asked, her voice cracking. Aatish looked down at her. 'Winning is not my goal, Haniya. Surviving the fire is.'