Venus + Rahu = the obsession. Then the deletion.

When Venus meets Rahu, sparks fly. It feels intense, deep, fated. A pull that stirs the soul. Not soft love—this is obsession. Each glance carries weight and hunger. Hearts race. Eyes lock. Time slows. It feels like destiny, maybe karma. But behind it hides a storm. There’s beauty, yes, but it burns. The connection is fast, blinding, overwhelming. It promises everything, then takes it away. Lovers dive in, eyes closed. What feels like forever soon fades.

Rahu wants more, always more. Venus just wants to feel loved. Together, they crave what can’t last. The bond becomes a hunger. Not just for touch—but control. Longing grows wild, never satisfied. Love turns into emotional chaos. Passion becomes poison in disguise. It starts with fire, ends in ash. Sometimes, it ends without warning. One leaves. The other stays broken. Questions remain. Silence answers none. Lovers become ghosts to each other.

There’s a thrill in secrecy. These loves often break rules. Unspoken, forbidden, hidden from light. The shadows make it feel deeper. But the shadows hide the truth. One loves more. One detaches fast. One clings. One disappears. Hearts bend, then shatter quietly. The sweetness fades into bitterness. Regret follows like an old friend. What once felt perfect now haunts.

This love leaves marks, not memories. It lingers even after it ends. You dream of them, then dread. You remember the eyes, not words. The silence speaks louder than goodbye. These lovers don’t forget—they just vanish. Left behind are pieces of self. Cracked open, but wiser with time. Venus and Rahu never go gently. They come to change, not stay. They bring the lesson, not peace.

Love like this doesn’t last. But it teaches like nothing else. You meet yourself in the ruins. You see what love isn’t. You learn what longing costs. You let go, but slowly. Even freedom hurts at first. Then, you breathe without needing them. The ache becomes quiet, almost soft. The memory dulls, but never disappears.