the city name "belgharia" near Kolkata, small town girl , dream was bigger to be something else, innovative but stuck by love , one love she want to earn , sex scandal where she put herself down , isn't she being slut? she begged for help, quotes are easy wrote , addiction to food, medicines for sleep
The mind is vast contains sorrow
does it make soul shake !
I am sample of taste
how much love I do feel
of other offer so beat;
themselves are guide
fluttering sparkly way
Heat dred _ I kiss_ I love
emphasis aṅima
if I say love is shaking out of me, my heart , my body, my each part belongs to one , I am his , at the end of core I am his , if not then I'm dead . purity cost hetfy money mind you , my tears are not for sell . I tried my self best , tears turning into blood , The love I have in my entire soul screms. the dream I have acknowledged in the span of my twenty years that I want a peaceful family, the introduction of family given me extreme pain.
what kind of man do I want?
May be who can make love ! but , my mother the main obvious.
old souls are mishandled just like me . I will be baddest bitch ever to wreak hearts I loved , I heard, I stayed, all this time my romance divided , i hate come but can you join it again? heal is rectifying, I love you father which is untold. My college had in Victoria's bibliography , I give value, from last breath I will continue . honest opinions are marks of objections , my English had broken as glasses are cracked. I never forget, they are trying to. One tear, one person, one love . this time I will fight for mother's , call it your word but my dry laugh are enigmatic , boys are whore.
[ the ending is .... ]
"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't have come here alone. You should have brought help beforehand, thought about your safety first."
She tried again. Nothing.Her hands began to shake. She looked up at him, horror dawning in her eyes.
"You planned this."
He chuckled darkly. "No. But I don't exactly leave loose ends."
She gulped, realizing she'd taken a foolish step and landed into the lion's den. His amusement faded, replaced by a dark intensity. His eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
He closed the door, the sound echoing through the room. His gaze roamed her face, her skin now a pale canvas of fear.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction.He examined her wounded leg, his touch gentle.
"Now, you're my hostage too,"he murmured."No not just my hostage,but rightfully mine.I won you."
Her eyes snapped open.
"I didn't want to involve you,"he continued, "but seems like fate has different plan."
Her gaze fell, shame and fear mingling.His fingers brushed against her wounded leg. Her tears landed on her lap.Her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.His fingers lifted her chin.
"You should've brought an army, sweetheart.Not just a pretty face."
Mishti Gupta,an emotionally unstable 21 years old girl. Sometimes too much kind and sometimes way too bold. Freckles and crooked teeth. Underestimates herself.
But what happens when she gets to know that somewhere in the dark,a brooding tall, muscular and coldly handsome criminal dude is worshipping her from the dark? Dreaming of a future with her?
Will she be frightened?
Will she run?
Or she will start getting attracted towards his charming devotion making him overly obssesive for her?