"I've been to Paris many times before but this time I found My Love in the city of love."
Ruthless. Arrogant. Merciless.
Are the words which describe 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 the best. He is the satan in disguise with the face of a...
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Abhimaan's pov:
My heart is beating rapidly. It is getting difficult for me to breathe. Everything was going so perfect but my fucked up mind and this fucking phobia had to ruin everything good in my life. And this is all because of the stupid excuse for a fucking father I got.
When will the demons of my past stop ruining my present? I'm so fucking tired of this shit.
My mind wanders back to my traumatic past, replaying the horrors I had been through. Being locked in a tiny room for days with no food or water. My mind is flooded by the fear, the helplessness felt by a child and most importantly the anger for feeling these things. The memories of the abuse and the torture is constantly playing like a broken record.
I try to stay calm, but I can’t. I try to breathe, counting to 10, but it's not working. My pulse rate is sky rocketing. The small space is making me feel trapped, and I want to get out immediately. I banged on the doors, trying to open them, even though I know they won’t budge.
"Open the fucking door goddamit!!" I shouted as I banged on the elevator doors completely forgetting the fact that my actions might scare my love away.
I take a long breath and close my eyes to calm myself but nothing seems to work.
Suddenly two small arms wrap around my neck, catching me off guard. I stop my attempts to open the door and stop moving completely. The feeling of her body pressed against mine, and I'm instantly comforted. My heart rate slows down, it's still beating rapidly but now it's because of My Love. Her face is pressed against my chest with her ear right above my heart, getting a complete access to hear it's rapid beating.
The stress and the panic I was feeling has completely left my body, only because of her touch.
Placing her chin on my chest, she looks up at me, the innocence and purity which shines through her eyes, twists my fucking heart in the most perfect way possible.
I swear I'll lay out all of my riches at her feet without a word just for her to glance at me with those honey orbs,which made me fall so helplessly in love.
she nuzzled her face at my chest lightly, this action made me realise that I'm standing still like a statue. So I slowly brought my arms up and wrapped them around her waist in a protective grip,like my life depends on this hug.
I buried my face in her neck and I was instantly engulfed by the sweetest smell. She smells like vanilla and fresh roses. Such an addictive smell.
She's like the most addictive drug, for which I'm willing to be an addict without any regret.
I close my eyes and tighten my arms around her, not wanting to end this moment soon. This is the first time someone has hugged me with so much affection and care. Her tiny figure pressed against mine is all I dream about. I never knew hugging the person you love will feel this great.
