𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑

3 | lights and sparkles

Oh Heart!
Don't lose hope
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Abandonment. It was the word best used to describe the way his heart felt.

If it were up to him, he would have buried himself six feet into the ground for the world have nothing else to give him than those fearful glances. Thriving on the joy of life, living it to the fullest had never been an option to him. He was compelled to follow the path of destruction that led him to where he is now. On the top of the world.

His familiarity to the depth of pain is insane. He knew nothing else other than the rush of adrenaline that he got and thrived upon reflecting misery either to himself or to the one he'd once let himself trust on.

We all have been gifted by somethings naturally that are unique and precious in every humankind but him? ironically he'd been gifted with the power to feel things, think through words with feels and emotions.

The more he tried buring them inside, double the power of their intensity rose.

And then came that one point in his life where he successfully threw himself in the world of darkness, the world where nothing mattered. No humanity, nil sensitivity, no positivity and no emotions at all.

He had been wanting to work himself harder to be the man he wanted. To brush himself as much as he could such that one day his one look would be enough to make them go crazy. Either with fear or with charm.

Fear in their hearts, fear of him and the charm of his that could lure them in.

He was a bastard. A dirty one at that. He had always been but now that he was on the peak of cruelty, he became the devil he had always wanted to be.

His aura dark, alluring, deep and as much of a thirst quencher as a drop of petrichor for the parched man. That intimidating appearance of his - so forbidden yet enchanting - made his stark personality overpower those soft blue eyes.

Unlike any brown man, his lightly tanned skin and the towering height made him look thousand times more appealing than he already is.

The rugged man with strong masculine features and an overpowering physique has sharp hawk like eyes that were beautifully complimented with dark long lashes, adorning the depth of those sapphire coloured pools.

A sharp jaw, rugged beard with perfectly sculpted nose and lushious lips. His looks could be counted as an incarnation of Adonis.

Have you heard of The Devil Wears Prada ? Count him as one.

Blessed with the power of that of a lion, he was born to rule. Rule over hearts and mind. Just like his name, he is a sher indeed. Babbar Sher. And his heart is that of a lion; with exceptional courage and bravery, brutality in his every move.

Sher dil. Zaviyar Azlan.

Dressed in white pant and shirt that were adorned with those gold colour striped epaulets, indicating his higher rank in the crew. A navy blue coloured tie, formally rested around his neck, the airline's name engraved on it beautifully.

His blue eyes were trained seriously on the controls as he fumbled with one of them, slowly pulling the wheels out of the aircraft with the help of the controller.