Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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Hey! It's the second last chapter,
i hope the comfort and love noor and kabir provided me, they were able to do so for y'all as well. i would love to read your messages/reviews/criticism, please don't shy away from dropping your feedbacks.
i am available both on wattpad and on instagram (_paintingmyfairytale_) if this book touched you, reached you, entertained you or made you feel home, i would love to hear from you. you have no idea how those messages motivate or make someone feel loved.
i will be hosting a final qna or ask me anything session on this weekend, it would mean a lot if you all could stop by. hehe.
i had posted this on my message board but in case you missed it ^^
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Happy Reading!
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Fears are the deadliest vices, they trap you and suffocate you until you succumb.
My life has been like weird lines of ups and downs, most of ours are that way. My head feels like a packed railway local coach, there's so much chaos. Pushing and pulling, hurting and screaming. Stumping and tugging.
All my fears suddenly decided it was the right time to ambush me. At once. The gushing force is enough to wreck me, and it is. Those stares? Their looks are still reeling in front of my eyes. The disgust, the questions, the doubts. I could see my hard-work crumbling down into dust, just like I had anticipated it would.
I feel empty. That's the right word to describe my plight. I needed to get away from those people, who wouldn't wait even a second before labelling my work as a gift, a debt.
"Noor!" My feet come to a halt hearing the thunderous voice scream for me. I am a mess. Footsteps follow before my dad's figure emerges right before my eyes.
"Let's go for a walk, my child." He lovingly whispers. Wiping away the tears that I had shed, ones that I wasn't even aware of falling. That happens when your entire being is falling and tumbling down.
