
Rahu is hunger that never fades. It craves what is just beyond. Love feels urgent, like a rush. It seems like destiny—until it’s gone. Stability unravels without a warning. Passion burns out, leaving only confusion. What felt fated slips away too fast.
Love under Rahu is unpredictable, fleeting. It arrives suddenly, intoxicating and surreal. The attraction is thrilling yet unstable. It pulls us toward the unattainable. Lovers appear like mirages, unreal yet irresistible. We fall hard, blind to reality. Chaos feels like fate in disguise.
Venus under Rahu loses its clarity. Love becomes a dream dissolving quickly. We trust people who deceive us. Red flags blur in the excitement. The desire for more never ends. The heart longs for what vanished. We question if love was real.
Rahu does not only destroy—it transforms. It forces truth over beautiful illusions. It exposes where we deceive ourselves. Love cannot be chased or forced. Desire without depth is an emptiness. The lesson is hard but necessary. Stop running, stand still, and rebuild.
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