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Red Roses

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They hated demons
They despised their existence
They treated them as beasts
Pushing them somewhere
Where darkness and cruelty meets
They said demons can't love
They said demons can't feel
They said demons lie
Outside in the dark
And they do pry
Upon the innocents and feed
Upon their fears with greed
But what they failed to tell
Was that demons too have heart
Though they are destined to burn in hell
Yet they do feel
And that they were also once naive
Before darkness and cruelty pushed them in cave
Where they were forced to become
What they appear today
So how can they not repent
And how can they have no chance
Or are they broken to an extent
That there's only hate to vent
With the bubbling up desire
The desire for revenge
The desire to avenge

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He looked at her as if she had grown horns over her head.
His Hazel eyes narrowed ever so slightly and lips pressed in a thin line trying to hold in his anger as he glared at her petite frame,
"What did you tell Nudrat apa"?

Inaya lowered her head more as her heart quivered at his glare. She mustered up her courage as she let out a tiny whisper,
"I w-want a h-haircut".
She completed with utmost difficulty not even daring to raise her head and meet his intense orbs.

Zaviar exhaled though his nose as his eyebrows furrowed. He took into her scared and nervous formed and asked sternly,
"Why? As much as I can see, your hair seem perfectly fine to me".

She raised her head in disbelief as she couldn't stop herself from letting out the words,
"They have g-grown so long. I.... I c-can't handle them".
She almost seemed like whining. Her lips almost puckered in a pout as she looked at the human being standing in front of her in sheer disbelief.
Why was he getting so stingy and temperamental? She hadn't done anything wrong. And also, what had he to do with her hair? They were her own hair. If she wanted to cut them, what had he to be so angry about? She wasn't asking him to cut his own hair. Right?

Zaviar folded his arms on his chest, the muscles bulging from the maroon fabric of his sweater as he looked at her with narrowed eyes,
"There is no need for you to cut your hair. They seem perfectly fine".

Inaya almost groaned in frustration. She wished she didn't fear this human being so much. She tried to hold onto her tears as she raised her head and tried to give this intimidating husband of hers a glare, but who was she kidding to. She couldn't dare to glare at him, knowing how scared she was from him. The glare looked more like a gaze showing her complaining eyes.

Zaviar averted his gaze looking towards the French glass windows as he spoke,
"I don't want to hear you talking about cutting your hair again. Am I clear"?
He turned and cocked his thick arched eyebrow at her.

Inaya stifled her tears and finally couldn't hold any longer as she grabbed her untied hair from her waist and raised the long strands in front of him. Her long hair, if left untied reached few inched above her knees. And she faced so much difficulty in handling them.
"I c-can't handle them. I c-can't comb them properly . It's so difficult for me to t-tie them. They get tangled so easily. What am I supposed to do? Why can't I get a haircut"?
She spoke trying to supress her fear and
make him understand her problem.

He listened to her outburst with calm composure as he looked at her long hair strands she was showing him than back at her face that was blazing red in anger. Her cheeks red and swollen and her little nose crimson. Her eyes glaring at him, failing to intimidate looking more like the eyes of a scared dove.
He let out a soft sigh and ever so gently gripped the strand she was holding.