Darksecrates Stories

"Done running, Topper? I don't care if you want to get away from me. I don't care how many times you try to run from me. Because at the end I'll be there. Always. Every damn second. I'll imprint myself so deep inside you that you'll forget we were ever two different people with different lives.I promise, no matter how deep you bury yourself, no matter how many walls you create around you-I'll find you. I'll burn this world to ashes just to get a glimpse of you. Because losing was and will never be an option. You were mine, you are mine and you will be mine. And that's neither a threat nor an oath-it's a destiny." The man standing in front of me was no longer the sweet guy I had fallen head over heels in high school. The sweet academic rivalry had unknowingly turned into a dark carving to have ever existed for someone like me. He was no longer my Vijay but he was Ranvijay Rathore-sharp, lethal, calculated, a magnetic charmer... And me?I'm Kiara, his academic rival at high school now his lost wife from whom he is too stubborn to move on...After all how could I let the hands that are cursed with many's screams of agony to touch me with a devotion so fierce it scars, so raw it bleeds.