[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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A man made on darkness. Caging it in the black crusty wall of his heart. Resembling him to a monster.
A man who doesn't flinch while killing a man. A man who finds no remorse in shedding blood. A man's whose hands will always be painted in red and his soul reeking of sin, something which will put the devils of hell at shame.
How did such a man fell in love?
Kiraz is a chaos. A kind holding power of destruction in her fragile heart. A woman with mind of a raging storm. My lady caging her monster demons. And, I fell for her.
I had always loved violence. Just to know there is a person out in the world who stands as an epitome of it. Yet, she calls me back to my home. Make her home with me. And, leads me back to my home.
Beats my heart. Stops my heart with her smile. The way her eye looks at me resembling to a fusion of what the world calls elixir. She takes my breath. Breaths air in me. And, out of all her chaos leads me to my destruction but the destruction never seemed this lovely, less lonely and lively. I don't know how many births I am ready to take, if it leads me to her, falling with her, with a woman like her. I am ready to commit any sin.
I am in love with her. Again.
I lean my hips on the pillar gazing at her. How her smiling eye looked at them anticipating their reactions.
"Today, I am fasting so I can't taste it. But that's not the problem. So, taste and tell me how is it?" she asks when Vishal and Tavir takes their first sip of the soup she made.
Tavir sips it slowly trying to savor the taste but the spoon freezes in his mouth. His breath hitched or more like caught in his throat. He blinks his eye and gulp the soup. His throat bobs. As soon as he keeps the spoon down, Kiraz jumps with her question, "How is it?"
Tavir beams at her, "Let me take another sip."
"Sure," Kiraz eye delights.
Her gaze shift to Vishal who looks at Tavir spectacularly because he knows how the soup taste. Even from afar I can see the texture of the broth and can make a hint of how would it taste. Bland. The broth looked dull, pale color, with just a few small bits of green from the celery and herbs. Unappealing.
A clattering sound brings her attention back to Tavir w dropped the spoon, "Jesus Christ," he exclaims looking down at the fallen spoon before he cheekily smiles at her, "Can you get me another spoon?"
Kiraz looks at him for a second before she nods and turns towards kitchen. Once sure she was gone, he clamps up from the seat picking the glass and chucking it down in one gulp to wash the taste of the broth, "God, what was that?"
Vishal shrugs his shoulder, his cheeks squeezed against his fisted knuckles, string the broth with the spoon to mix whatever little spices she added in it and lifting the spoon he takes a sip.
