[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
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Cause we were busy in creating memories, drank in each other embrace. Our soul aware of each other smell. Every night I drink in her love. We were making memories, because it is the easiest thing.
A dwelling thing, occurring with us, without any known where it is leading us. We happen to be unknown, needing more allowance to stay in the present, rather than worrying about the past attached with our nature and behavior, or rather the future, awaiting us.
Memories; a thing of our future but an attached link of our past and present.
Easier of it to be made, much difficult of it to be removed.
We created our tale. I started it, with just a glimpsing memory, which just announced itself as a fatal thing, with prickling thorns, as a flower so dark, never pleasant, never withering, closed itself inside my heart calling it as an obsession.
Obsession? Shouldn't it wither away. Why is the flower so unpleasant still dark and brim. Why I'd not plucked it out?
Seven years ago, I saw her. After one year, I married her. Forcefully, thought I would keep her safe. Fool of me, how can a monster like me do so. I lost her because of my choice. My deception.
Five years later, I see her again. I hate her now. Still the flower is alive in my dead cold heart. A grimace travel around me. We created our tale. Fate called it tragedy. People an obsession of a Mafia, of a monster. She calls it a regret.
If our tale is so tragic, dark, obsessive. Then, why can't I bring myself to call it a nightmare. We happen to forget the bad dreams after some time. Then, why I see her dance before my eyes, when I am wide awake. Why I crave for her to visit my dreams? How did I found solace in nightmares?
Why kicking her out of my system is becoming so challenging, that I let her take the throne of my heart. I am tried to wait for morning, which is colder than any winter without her. Nights are also colder but I sweat when she visits my dream. Our created memories flashes before my eyes.
I look ahead, the vast canopy of the starlit sky, enveloped in the ethereal glow of moonlight. Wisps of smoke dance lazily around me as I take a lazy drag from the cigarette. With each exhale, tendrils of smoke ascend to join the constellations above, blending seamlessly into the tapestry of the night.
The silence was serene, however happen too loud to be silenced.
A bittersweet ache ready to settle inside me. Again. I lost count of again. I reach for my phone, her photo saved as my home screen. I had burned our photographs, thinking at least with the evidences of our togetherness being gone for forever, it will help me to settle the reality that she is gone like the wind, her importance dawning on me. Thinking at least I will cry. But none came. How badly I wanted to cry. All I did was scream seeing the fire burning her smile, burning us together, burning everything but still I don't feel my tears.
