When a 'psychopath' with a 'green flag' falls deeply in love, the consequences are unpredictable.
~Book 1 of "Rhythm" series
Meet Darr, the enigmatic superstar singer who strikes fear into the hearts of many.
Nevertheless his outrageous fame, nobo...
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Ho akh meri sau sau vaari Do sau vaari Lad lad jaawe Haaye jise dekhe Dil mera Piche piche Pad pad jaawe
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D A R R
📍 E D M O N T O N, A L B E R T A
This was the moment I had been eagerly anticipating.
Her voice, brimming with the mention of Darr.
And me—oh, how I cherished it.
How deeply I cherished her.
With a trembling voice, I implored, "P-please... c-ca-can yo-ou tell m-me what hap-happened? I need t-to un-understand ev-every de-detail. I-I didn't q-quite gra-grasp it all."
As I spoke, I lowered myself to her eye level, hoping to bridge the distance between us.
She crossed her legs and adjusted the hem of her dress, her face a portrait of melancholy. The corners of her lips turned down in a sorrowful pout, accentuating the vulnerability that lay beneath her poised exterior.
"Sab galat ho rha hai!" Tears streamed down her face as she gazed sorrowfully at the mud-stained dress clinging to her.
Yet, despite the grime that sullied her once-pristine gown, her beauty remained untouched, radiant as ever.
She resembled a Greek goddess, an ethereal figure amidst the natural world.
My goddess.
The one I venerate with every breath, from dawn till dusk.
"W-what you just said... I-I didn't quite g-grrasp it, b-but it'scl- clear you're hiding some-something in you-your mind..." She looked around on the ground instead of replying to me.
