I love you, Alara! My love for you knows no bounds-I would sacrifice everything for you!!
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Fuck you Alara! I don't ever want to see your face... You have lost me forever...
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Tears welled up in my eyes—not due to the blood, but because of her mere presence.
She is here.
Sab theek ho jaega na ab?
"WHAT THE FUCK!! REHAN?" Her voice pierced through my ears.
She was fixated on my hand, watching the blood pour out uncontrollably, while I found myself lost in her beautiful eyes.
I have always loved the color of her eyes—hazelnut brown, rich and deep, capturing my attention every time. Despite the pain and the chaos around us, all I could think about was how those eyes had always been my safe haven, a place where I found solace and love.
The sun rays on her face made her look prettier than ever.
"ARE YOU IN YOUR FUCKING SENSES, REHAN? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN LOOKING AT? YOUR HAND IS FUCKINGGG BLEEDINGGGG!" she exclaimed.
"You beautiful"
"Are you in your senses??? Kya bol rhe ho?"
Her manager and my manager were both staring at me, waiting for an answer I didn't have.
All I could focus on was her—how stunning she looked in that moment.
Gorgeous.
A goddess.
My goddess.
I just wanted to pin my goddess against the wall and kiss her passionately, pouring all my feelings into that moment, then pray until she finally said she loved me back.
"Han, kya bol raha hoon?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I found myself lost in my own thoughts, struggling to break free from the haze of confusion enveloping me.
"Yeh sab kaise hua?? Please, somebody get some bandages!" She nearly screamed at the crowd that was starting to gather around my cabin.
"I'm okay, Tara," I insisted, trying to reassure her, but I could see the worry etched on her face, and it made my heart race even more.
"oh fuck you aren't. chup bilkul."
My PA hurriedly passed her the bandages and other supplies, and she rushed over to me.
She sank down on the floor beside me, gently cleaning the blood that was dripping from my hand.
As she worked, I noticed a tear slip down her cheek, and my heart ached at the sight.
My hand felt that cold drop as her tear fell, but for the very first time, I found myself liking the sight of tears in her eyes.
I would have killed someone—anyone, even myself—for bringing tears to her eyes, but today was different; today, I didn't want to hurt myself.
