THE DARKER SIDE OF LOVE!
Inspired by a QUR'ANIC VERSE
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A tale unique and untold,
of a girl as precious as gold.
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The story is a great blend of:
~ MYSTERY
~ TRAGEDIES
~ SU...
She is the moon's flower The queen of nighttide Set her kingdom away from others' sight When the darkness shrouds and the whole world seize Her virtues spread through the soothing breeze
She is an empress brave and unrestrained,
who begins her rule where others end!-
Manisha
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Two figures crept down the hallway. Their tiptoes slowed as they reached the door. The tall figure hovered over the doorknob.
"Shh! Don't make any sound Baba. Just turn the doorknob" the petite figure whispered with excitement.
"Okay, but where is She-who-must-not-be-named?" The tall figure asked with concern.
"She-who-must-not-be-named is in the kitchen. Fortunately, a call has engaged her." The little girl's big eyes twinkled in the dark as she glanced back toward the kitchen.
"Thank God! Let's go!" Mischievous smiles spread across their faces as he slowly turned the knob cautious not to make a sound.
A wave of cool breeze welcomed them as they stepped out. The little girl felt a rush of excitement and joy as moonlight bathed her.
"Ready?"
Lacing up his running shoes, the little girl's father asked her. His caramel brown orbs had a silvery glow in the moonlight. She exclaimed:
"Super ready!"
And before he could know it, her tiny legs were pumping furiously against the earth. She was determined to beat her father in the race today.
"1-2......oh cheater!"
The moment he realized she had already run, he followed suit,barely touching the ground with his legs.
"Woah! I'm gonna beat you, Baba!"
Her curly hair bouncing on her shoulders, her pure white dress fluttering in the breeze.
With each step her bangles glittered and twinkled producing a musical melody that echoed through the lanes.
"I'm not going to race again if you beat me today, I'll cry! Princess!"
Her father yelled from behind. Her only response was to giggle, but she did not reply as if she would slow down.
She felt they were near the gardens now as the rhythm of her bangles mixed with the chirping of crickets and rustling of leaves.
Her breath grew harder and her knees weaker. Her heart drummed in her ears.
