~°°°~
Taming the monsters
The struggle to live
Blaming the world
That never forgive
Nor does it ever
Let you live
Labelling you as an outcast
Showing no mercy
Yet you try to survive
No matter what it takes
No matter how much it breaks
Your life at stake
It snatches ruthlessly
The ground under your feet
The tongue between your teeth
Making you so helpless
You can't even voice
The miseries you bore
The way your heart tore
And as the burning desire rose
The desire for revenge
The desire to avenge
~°°°~
"Falling for you
Was the best thing that ever happened"
After taking a warm shower, she got dressed up in red coloured highneck sweater and black flared jeans.
Leaving her hair untied on her back, she exited her room and rushed down stairs with her baby pink slippers clad feet.
She had woken up early today than usual and hence decided to try something before the maids woke up.
Walking swiftly across the corridors, she entered the dining hall.
Walking across it, the moment she entered the kitchen she abrubtly skidded to a stop almost slipping in the process as a startled gasp left her lips.
He who stood there with his back to her immediately turned at the voice only to come across her.
The end of his dark luscious strands were wet, as they fell carelessly over his forehead.
His tall muscular frame was clad in white turtleneck with a light brown wool cardigan over it paired with white slacks making him look so ethereal.
The hazel orbs looked at her with worry as he stepped forward placing the spatula aside,
"Inaya ap thek hain"?
She bit her lip as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
Damn this slippery floor!
Why couldn't she stop being clumsy for once!
Thankfully she didn't fall and saved herself some face,
"G-g".
A soft sigh of relief left Zaviar's lips as he looked at her with a warm smile,
"You woke up early today".
She nodded tucking her locks behind her ear,
"Yup".
"What were you doing"?
She asked gazing across the counter at the ingredients and bowls placed there.
He, who was pulling a chair for her to sit replied softly,
"I was about to prepare the batter for pancakes".
Than he raised his gaze and looked at her,
"You're okay with it, right"?
The sunlight peeking from the windows falling on his orbs making them look almost honey colored.
Pure, glass like and breathtakingly beautiful.
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Cuore Di Pietra || HEART OF STONE||
SpiritualTitle: °{ Cuore Di Pietra} ° Translation: ||Heart Of Stone|| 🥀🥀🥀 He was a soul tortured beyond repair. A heart burnt into ashes. His eyes told the miseries and pain, his lips would never utter. A heart that had forgotten to love and cherish long...
