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There she was, like a burst of sunlight after a relentless storm, radiating an innocence that held me captive. The moment I laid my eyes on her, it was as if the universe conspired to make her mine. Yes, she’s fucking mine. Roohi, my rooh—my soul, my heart, my everything.
You know that feeling when you stumble upon something so beautiful, so pure, that it awakens a desire within you that you didn’t even know existed? That’s what she did to me. It was a pure desire, an obsession—no, a lethal obsession. I wanted to cage her, to wrap her in my arms and never let go. But here’s the kicker: for her, I’m not hers. My butterfly is busy fluttering around, attracted to moths that she thinks are butterflies, completely oblivious to the fact that they’re allergic to her light.
But don’t worry, my butterfly. I’m here. I’m here to show you that you belong to the devil—the one who’s going to be your husband soon. The devil who’s ready to burn the world down for anyone who dares to hurt you.
Oh, my lethal obsession. My unhinged love for her knows no bounds. I’m consumed by the intensity of my feelings, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions that I can’t escape. It’s like she cast a spell on me, and the more time I spend with her, the deeper I fall into her enchanting world.
Her mere presence is like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. I find myself craving her laughter, her smile, and even the way she crinkles her nose when she’s deep in thought. Every word she speaks ignites a fire within me, a burning passion that I never knew existed. I’m powerless to resist her charm.
She’s like a siren, luring me in with her innocent allure, and I’m just a sailor lost at sea, ready to drown in her depths.
I remember the first time we met. It was an ordinary day, or so I thought. I was just minding my own business, lost in my fucked up meeting, when she walked into the room. The air shifted; time slowed down. She wore a simple white dress that danced around her like a gentle breeze. Her hair flowed like a cascade of silk, and her laughter? Oh, her laughter was like music—a melody that played on repeat in my mind. In that moment, I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her, to keep her safe from the world’s chaos.
But here’s the thing: she doesn’t see me that way. To her, I’m just another face in the crowd. She flits from one moth to another, thinking they’re butterflies, completely unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows. It breaks my heart, really.
I want to scream, “Look at me! I’m right here!”
But instead, I stand back, watching her dance through life, hoping she’ll eventually notice the fire in my heart.
I know it sounds crazy, this obsession of mine. But love is a wild beast, isn’t it? It doesn’t follow rules or guidelines. It takes you hostage and demands that you surrender completely. And that’s exactly what I did. I surrendered to her—body, mind, and soul.
Sometimes, I catch myself daydreaming about our future. I see us together, hand in hand, navigating the ups and downs of life. I imagine the way she’d look in a wedding dress, the way her eyes would light up as she walks down the aisle. I can almost hear the vows we’d exchange, the promises of forever. But then reality hits me like a cold slap; she’s still out there, chasing after illusions, while I’m left here, waiting in the shadows.
But I refuse to give up. I’m not just going to stand by and watch her fly away. No way. I’m the devil, remember? I’m ready to burn the world down for her. I’ll fight for her, even if it means battling the moths that surround her. I’ll show her that I’m the one who deserves her love, the one who will cherish her innocence and protect her from the darkness.
Every time she smiles at me, it’s like a spark igniting a flame. I can feel the heat radiating from my core, and I know that deep down, she has the power to change everything. I want to be the one who makes her laugh, the one who wipes away her tears, the one who holds her close when the world gets too overwhelming. I want to be her safe haven, her sanctuary in a chaotic world.
But how do I break through the barriers she’s built? How do I show her that I’m not just another moth? I need to find a way to make her see me, to make her understand that I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay, ready to love her fiercely and unconditionally.
