𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
The Moon-Drunk, haunted, pierced soul.
❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to break Doll.❞
Since childood, Her sinless heart was too pure and innocent to understand his hatred towards her. He was...
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Now everything's vivid, vivid, Torture tempted with pleasure, I'm reckless, tangled, suspended, You want it all, nothing's wasted, woman _______________
The night was serene, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves and the soft sound of water lapping at the pool's edge.
Rian sat by thepool in the yard, lost in thought about something, his mind deep in contemplation. Suddenly, his gaze wandered to Mayra's room balcony, where she had just stepped out.
Fresh from a soothing bath, Mayra appeared like a vision of tranquility. Her long, wet brown hair falling gracefully over her shoulders, glistening in the moonlight and cascading down to her waist. She wore a delicate light pink nightdress that hugged her figure gently, its soft fabric barely covering her upper body and accentuating her graceful curves. Her cleavage almost revealing from her deep sweetheart neckline.
As she stood there, the water droplets that lingered on her skin shimmered like tiny jewels, tracing a path down her face to her cleavage and colliding with the soft fabric of her nightdress.
Her glowing skin glimmered like a crystal in the night. In that moment, everything else faded away for Rian, leaving him completely lost in the ethreal beauty infront of him.
She stood like a glowing moon in the dark night. Her long dark lashes and pink lips highlighted her beauty.
As she gently dried her damp hair with a soft towel, the delicate strands glistened under the dark sky, unaware that she was captivating an audience.
Rian, unable to pull his gaze away, found himself entranced by her ethereal presence, even though his mind urged him to look away. Was he truly beginning to admire the very face he once loathed?
Was he really getting lost in the beauty of the same face he used to be once disgusted of?
His eyes traced the path of a droplet of water as it rolled down her cheek, slipping past her collarbone and disappeared into the delicate curve of her cleavage. He felt an intensifying struggle within himself; the person he used to dislike, why was she striking him now as irresistibly beautiful?
Mayra, without any clue that someone was watching her, went inside after soaking down her hair properly with the towel.
As soon as she disappeared, he immediately came to his senses. He took a deep breathe and looked away. He hid the fact to himself that he felt a sense uneasiness after she went inside.
Why was it getting so hard for him? Only if he knew...
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Mayra woke up early in the morning. After getting ready, she decided to pay a visit to Zia and Ved's room.
The door to their room was slightly ajar, so she entered quietly without bothering to knock. However, what she saw inside made her eyes pop in shock. She instinctively shut her eyes and covered them with her hand.
