"It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyways." ~ Atticus ~~**~~**~~ You came into my life like a storm, raked me off my insecurities, stripped away my fears and ruined all my tranquil notions. The girl who assumed that relationships are nothing but unsolicited trouble, was now lost in the maze of your erotic essence, hypnotized by your irrevocable love. Before I could even explicate all that was happening so drastically, the old me was gone and this newer version of me, needed you more than she needed the oxygen to breathe. You became my oxygen, my daily dosage of drug, my ruin and my salvation. And all of that at once. You could pull my strings and I would blissfully comply to all those direful tugs. Because I trusted you, blindly and madly. Hours felt like seconds with your arms around me. And everything dangerous felt exhilarating. Because I was high on your love, intoxicated with your sinful touches and amorous kisses. You could burn me down, set fire to my conscience, render my ethics into embers, and I wouldn't even know. I wouldn't even care. Because I was yours forever. My soul and body, a canvas to taint with your darkest desires.

"There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable." - Mark Twain ------------------------- The moment our eyes meet, the sparks in the air are almost tangible. My heart begins to flutter in my chest as I slowly slip away, drowning in those arcane silver seas that glinted with specks of gold in them. My breaths are stolen away with just a fortuitous slight brush of his hand against mine. And he isn't exactly in oblivion of the profound emotions he kindles in me. He is rather transparent about it. But, he is forbidden. He is my cousin's husband. The cousin who means more than a sister to me. We are bestfriends. And I just couldn't be selfish enough to set fire to their marriage that was already falling apart. So, I concealed my unequivocal attraction for him in the deepest corner of my mind until the night when he shows up on my doorstep with intents darker than the tenebrous night. -------------------------- **Warning: This novella contains mature and sexual contents. Enter at your own risk.**

I was hailed as the only epitome of beauty with brains until 'she' arrived. They say motherhood is a blessing but for me it is nothing less than a curse. If she's going to compete with me, then I know very well how to destroy one.

I loved her. We were supposed to marry and find our happy ever after until her heartless parents sent her thousands of miles away from me in another country. Slowly, we lost touch. The strings binding our hearts together, loosened. And just like that our love faded. Once, I heard she got married to some guy. Heartbroken, we never spoke again. So, here i lay in my death bed fifty years later when suddenly, she decides to visit me.

If my tears and my strangled voice do not matter to anyone outside these four grey walls. If all they are going to do is make a fool out of me. If all they are going to give me is pain when they slice my lifeless body with their sharp criticism. If those bad boys assumed in their rat-sized brains that they can play with me. Well, then I might have to discard my innocence and conscience down the gutter. If all they want to do is make me bleed, then I might have to take their knives and carve out their beating hearts instead. I don't mind smearing their raw blood with my hands if it means to stop me from hurting and dying inside, everyday.

"Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden"- Phaedrus ------------------- The moment our eyes met for the first time, I knew my life was about to change forever. Our worlds collided as he stood there at the doorway with an enigmatic glint in his grey eyes staring at my own. Even before I could decipher it, we were deep in love and soon afterwards an inseparable married couple that everyone envied and aspired to be. Like a moth to the flame, we were inextricable. I believed the love between us was eternal regardless of the several ups and downs in our marital life. But, soon the bruises on my body began to outnumber his kisses and I found myself weeping in the dark more often than I smiled. Even though, some part of me knew our love was slowly dwindling away, I refused to relinquish the love we built with so much endeavor. So, I began to condone his brutality towards me and relished his kisses while they lasted. Just like the moth, despite the fact that the incandescent flame was direful for its life, it would still cling onto it. But, shouldn't the moth choose to fly away before it was too late? ------------------- Warning: This story contains violence and mature scenes. Read at your own risk.

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