THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

48. PASSION'S PYRE!

HELLO SEXIESSS!

1st OF ALL VERY VERY SORRY FOR BEING EXTRA LATE, BUT HAD MY OWN COMPULSIONS...

BUT I'D BE TIMELY FROM NOW ON, CAUSE AM GONNA SKIP MY COLLEGE FOR MOST OF THE TIME! ;-)

MY ATTENDENCE IS PRETTY GOOD N MOOD IS PRETTY BAD, SO I'D RATHER STAY AT HOME THEN FIGHTING OTHERS... SPECIALLY CREATING TROUBLES WITH TEACHERS, LOL!

THESE ARE TOUGH DAYS, SO MUCH ARE MY MOOD SWINGS THAT I WANTED TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER IN A GO BUT WROTE IN 4 PARTS... :-(

HOPE I'D BE FORGIVEN & WELL HERE'S A STEAMY, SIZZLING, HOT CHAPTER IN THE HARSH COLDS...🥵🙈🙈🙈

I'M FEELING SOOOO SHY IN UPDATING THIS... OH GODDD!🙈🙈

Ishana bathed with some turmeric, sandal-wood, & honey paste & came out, drying her hairs.

She looked at herself in the mirror & sighed looking at the scars her body held. Looking at herself, she knew she didn't look that bad, though nothing in front of his charms, but yet not bad enough... Though all she ever wanted was to be able to be his...

She sighed again knowing she won't ever get his love, never ever, being the so called whore of his starkest enemy, the Thakur, & she knew as a matter of fact, that expecting love from him was like expecting diamonds out of the rain drops...

The rain drops might shine like diamonds, but they evaporate in the air leaving nothing behind but memories, just like her great expectations from her cursed love.

He wasn't capable of loving & she was incapable of leaving to love him, despite everything & anything. But gradually she was learning to lock her love deep within her heart & then harden her heart like world's hardest rock.

But she had seen this rock melting into a puddle as his one gaze & all her efforts are washed away. She shook her head trying to embolden herself & her walls in front of him.

What if she can't stop loving him, she can at least stop feeling it, or well that being impossible, she can at least stop showing it... 

That's all she can do, knowing she was in the middle of the battlefield with two arch-enemies on either side, on the one side stood he, Thakur, her tormentor, her dark past, the one who held her truth & wanted nothing but to agonize her forever with his shadows; & on the other side stood the Knight of the Dark world, the one who owned her heart, body & soul.

& now all she knew she had was her brain & her promise to avenge all she had ever lost.

She fisted tight her hands around the counter, as she tilted her neck smirking. The fading scars which looked like blemishes to her a few moments back now looked like some trophy, shining golden, each one of them stating a story of her falling into the deepest pits of abyss & coming out of it, only to fall into the heaven of love for the King of the Hell. The Disney music in her head turned to some dark one, while the glimmers around turned the shades of blood.

The darks she held within reflected in her hazel orbs as she moved the length of her perfect nail over a faded scar on her arm, caressing it, drinking over the darks her each scar held.

She was struggling hard between being his Doll, that he was making her every day by owing her heart, slowly poisoning her head to be his submissive, & the Queen within her, which she was born to be, a born Queen she was in her head, saving her crown from her enemies & her own heart.