༺𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 "𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐃"𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒༻
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"Verdant, leave me! What am I to you? A possession? An obsession? Leave me right now!" I yelled, trying to knock some sense into him.
He s...
"He was hers, and she was his, but destiny wove their love with threads of parting."
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A U T H O R —
Verdant lay sprawled on the hood of his Thar, eyes closed, the cool night air brushing against his face. But the peace was short-lived.
A sharp, cold sensation pressed against his chest, jolting him awake.
His piercing grey eyes snapped open to find the barrel of a gun pointed directly at him. Slowly, he tilted his head to meet the gaze of the gun's owner, a smirk playing on their lips.
Without hesitation, Verdant's hand shot up, gripping the gun tightly. He pressed it against his forehead, his voice a low, dry rasp, dripping with pain and defiance.
"Shoot me in the head," he whispered. "End it all. Maybe then I can forget her... and the memories of her"
The man holding the gun smirked cruelly. "Why not shoot her instead?" he taunted.
In an instant, Verdant's calm facade shattered. His eyes blazed with an untamed storm, and before the man could react,
Verdant's right hand latched onto his throat with a vice-like grip, cutting off his air. Simultaneously, his left hand shot forward to seize the enemy's wrist.
Twisting it backward with a brutal force, he disarmed the man, sending the gun clattering to the ground.
Verdant's voice dropped to a menacing growl as he leaned in, his face inches away from his enemy's.
"I DARE YOU TO REPEAT THAT," he snarled, his grip tightening around the man's neck.
The man gasped for air, his hands clawing uselessly at Verdant's iron grip. But Verdant wasn't finished. His voice was low and dangerous, each word slicing through the tension like a blade.
"I'm not the 'touch her and die' kind of guy. I' m the kind who ensures your body is found in a grave I personally dig for you the moment you even think of her"
The man's struggles weakened as Verdant finally released him, letting him crumble to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.
A slow clap echoed through the dense forest, breaking the charged silence. Verdant's head snapped up, his sharp gaze scanning the area.
Out of the shadows emerged a man, flanked by at least fifty armed men. The figure clapped mockingly, a smug smirk plastered across his face.
"Who are you?" Verdant demanded, his expression a mixture of confusion and simmering rage.
The man chuckled, his tone dripping with derision.
"You don't recognize me, Officer Verdant? The man who burned down my father's garage and sent him to prison?"
