"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the worst way possib...
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Aira's presence makes me feel drained of my sanity.
She's so fucking precious and inestimable to my heart that I'm tempted to lock her up in a golden cage purely to safeguard her delicate heart
My mornings start with her thoughts and days end by securing her in my arms until she says the dreadful words, "I have to go back."
I was not aware of the extent that my brain can come up with such ways to hide her from the world, however for Amaira I think of everything possible, so the world is incapable of seeing her and taking her away from me.
I don't deserve her. I never did, I never will but,
I fucking love her to a point where my mind doesn't want to believe a thought that does not have her in it.
There is a faint fear inside me whispering that being in love can ruin me, especially when it is the first emotion that I am experiencing after ages.
Love is fragile, Obsession is not.
I tried to stay away, My constant endeavours were unprosperous, The walls in my heart were shaking, For the first time My heart saw light I never want to lose her.
Never.
Not when I see the fear in Amaira's eyes. I cannot lose her, The eldritch part in me has to regain its composure. Amaira does not fear me, She doesn't require another person who acquires violence as the only solution.
My fingers dig in my palm, everyone around me rushes to the asshole who dropped down just from one hit.
Reyaansh stays by my side, His palms connect with my shoulder and with a tap, he ushers, "You cannot do this everyday if being expelled is not your goal."
Like they fucking will.
I am their brightest student, dropping me would be a catastrophe for the association.
Anger anchored in my lungs when I noticed that fucker staring at my girl, I see it there, The infatuation purging in his features was visible from far away.
My brain caught on fire, My focus shifted from the game to the hearts in that asshole's eyes, It evoked a keen poignant sour taste of my tongue.
My ears ring with my heartbeat, it almost felt like blood rushed to my head as I breathed heavily.
Something shifted inside me, a bestial urge to shatter something flourished inside me, Before the measure of consequences could be calculated I kicked the ball right at the motherfucker's face.
Like a delicate flower, he got crushed as His head spun, and he fell on spot.
As long as he doesn't die, It doesn't have any bearing on me.
