Constrictions

Constrictions

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In a growing city, one must consider oneself to be growing too, no? Yet what happens when you are utterly bound by the so called constrictions forged by your own society? If your own family hate you to the point that you dead face would bring nothing but indifference, why live? But I do. My tale may be considered to be that of woe or wars, yet to me, it is my life and circumstances have brought me to accept it. But I fight. I fight for him, for me, for us. I fight because I can, because I have to. I fight to prove, that my skin colour is not all that there is to me. Don't I have the right to fall in love?
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... ❝He was the poison I was dying to taste on my lips.❞ ... I was a coward. The coward who wanted to leave behind the wreckage of her life for the man who had tormented her for as long as she could remember. The boy who had spit venom at me growing up, all because he had more power - all because my family worked for his - and had later turned into a man who was the embodiment of poison. River Vanderbildt. The boy I hated more than anything in this world. And the man I never stopped seeking. The Vanderbildts were one of the leading families in our town. They were filthy rich, disgusting powerful, but vain and cruel. While my family, on the other hand, had been ostracised from their world because love had managed to tear everything apart. It was River's mission to make my life a living hell for a reason beyond my comprehension, and he successfully did so for eight whole years. The past belonged to him. The present belonged to heartbreak. But the future; it solely belonged to me because I'd had enough. Because Ishwarya Jalal had enough of his torment. Because the girl inside her had withered away and died, only leaving the ashes that River had created.

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