There was buzz of electric wires under the street bulb. The bulb was flickering constantly. On and off. On and off. There was a constant noise of water hitting the cobblestone streets mercilessly. Tip. Tip. Tip. Splash. Splash. The thunder was ruthlessly roaring across the sky, making everyone aware of its power. The lightening cracked the sky in half over and over and over again. The God was aggressive that night. The clouds were angry. They were crying. Everyone heard the cries and everyone hid from the cruelty of the clouds. But amidst all that anger, nobody was able to hear my cries, nobody noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks against the rain, nobody heard the tearing of my clothes against the tearing of lightening in the sky, nobody heard my screams over the screams of sky for my screams were louder than that. And nobody saved me. The clouds cried for me but no human did. I died that day. People killed me. And they killed love inside me.
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Disclaimer
Hey guys I have been off of wattpad for a while now but I am back with another unique story. I deleted many of my ongoing books because I didn't like the way they were unfolding. In this book, Omer is the character I wanted to create. He is a mixture of so many of the characters I loved from books, movies and TV series. I could name them but I don't want to :D
Anyway, I hope you all will love this book like you all loved Don't give up on me. Please share this book if you like it, I really want people to like this book.
And Omer's my favorite name if you all didn't know by now, lol.
The name of the book 'Siyah' is a Turkish and Urdu work for 'Black'.
This is a work of fiction and all names, events, places are created from my imagination and are not in anyway related to any real human being. This book is not inspired by any real events nor are the names or places. Any resemblance is pure coincidence.
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