"Anaaya! look at me!" He held my chin with his cold finger tips and I shivered at his touch. He pulled me to stand in front of him facing him, directly looking into his now dark green eyes. His gaze was heated and I knew he was angry. His hand was holding mine and the umbrella. It was cold but the grip was tight. Once...
"Not many seem to appreciate this piece." He said lowly and I licked my lips. "Not many seem to have understood it." I spoke out and felt his eyes shift to me. "So you see for what it is?" He asked and I met his eyes. "Yes." I breathed. "Sure?" He smiled with a glint of humour masking something darker beneath. "To ev...
Love. Something that I've always believed in. Something my mom taught me is the most beautiful, precious thing in the world. Some people say gives your life a purpose, and some say it completes you. Some say it's beautiful, some say it's pain. But for me it's her. She's love. She's the only meaning of love I've ever...