{18+ content!THE STORY DARKENS WITH THE DEPTH!}
His world darker then hell, & her last fading ray of light,
His lust of blood, & her longings, her fight,
His stoned heart & her shattered soul,
Herein I bring you the story of-
The KNIGHT of the DARKS...
I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING LATE, BUT AS I HAD INFORMED YOU IN THE LAST UPDATE THAT I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO UPDATE FOR A WHILE, CAUSE I WASN'T IN A MENTAL, & EMOTIONAL SHAPE TO THINK, UNDERSTAND OR WRITE...
PAST DAYS WERE A HELL UPON ME, & I STILL AM SURPRISED TO SEE MYSELF ALIVE, WALKING, SINGING, EATING, SLEELING, WORKING OUT, STUDYING & WRITING... FOR THAT'S ALL I DO ON NORMAL DAYS... LOL!
BUT NOW I'M BACK, STRONGER, FIRMER, STERNER, & STUBBORN THAN BEFORE...
The Knight walked back to his chamber, his steps fast, unlike his usual slow, steady gait. He walks slow to observe every hook & nook of the place he is at, but as of now nothing matters much more than his Doll!
His hands & clothes had dried, dark blood stains, which now looked almost black in impact of the poison, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off! All he wants is to go back to her, to his Doll, who laid almost lifelessly on his bed for
the past four days...
Four days! Fucking four days since he had seen her eyes upon him, since she has moved, since she has walked in her sexy, fast walk to him, since she has smiled, since he has heard her calling him...
'Avinash...' these were the last words he heard from her & he drowned hearing his name from her mouth, in her sweet voice... Her voice was desperate, tired, broken, vulnerable passionate, & needy, needy for him & only him, her red eyes restless, restless for a sight of him & only him!
He entered the room & looked at her form, silently observed her, his silent cat feet taking him to her, without even his knowledge, like a moth drawn to the flame, like some black magic done over him by her unconscious form, he walked to her, enchanted...
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He observed her golden brown hairs which were scattered all over the pillow, her milky skin which had turned palish, her cute forehead, cutest nose, her fiercely burning eyes which were closed under the lids, her curled long lashes which highlighted her eyes beautifully, her arched brows perfectly suiting her sharp persona, her plump pink lips with a cute bow were parted & chapped, dry...
A sudden urge to wet them took over him, making him gulp hard, as he placed his one knee on the bed & within a blink of eye was hovering over her, his moves as silent as that of a skilled predator...
