"I can be the dark, just for you to love your brightness." Reyansh Rathore.
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Guilt and remorse can become your constant companions, clinging to your soul until you decide to release them. Yet, will your consc...
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The peace before the storm, I like that calming.
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A vision in green.
The dark sea green lehenga fits my body like a second skin.
Blending it's colour in the low melanie skin of mine. The blouse hugging like a corset highlighting the curves of my chest.
For a minute, the reflection in the mirror look alike me. Not the usual dull, distraught self blemish by the scars of pain, agony, regret. I trace the Ruby heart-shaped choker necklace, my fingertips running along the delicate crystal embed with small diamonds at the brim.
A smile curves on my lips, tasting the delite feeling of luxury. I like wearing jewellery but back at home I had gold one, and my mother being the owner of it. She never allowed me wearing those outside, always worried what if I lost it, what if it gets rob.
But today I am wearing this bling looking nothing less than a princess. The only reminder of all this came with force somewhat lower downs my admiration.
Apparently, it's a nature's truth.
Humans wants more, with one complete of your desire, you carve for another.
A blistering cologne hits my nostril.
My lips curve in a thin line.
"What a seren temptress!"
Hearing him, does has my lips curled up. Almost. However I didn't. Not wanting to satisfy his male ego. I turn to look at the man dressed in navy blue customized tailor suit, oozing richness of dominance, power and wealth.
A frisky smile marred on his handsomely sculpted face, capsizing young maiden's heart. A disaster so beautiful, spreading an avalanche of maddening heartbeat.
"Am I looking handsome, my senorita?"
"Obviously, not!"
I roll my eyes, turning towards the vanity mirror, fixing the hair strands.
"Ouch, such a beautiful lie." He tsks.
I bit my lips seeing his exaggerating expression of hurt.
