"He was a shade of blue with unspoken words on his mind. She was a stroke of red radiating her colors in a city of black and white. Both walking aimlessly through seas of people. Almost made purple yet never did."
He is cold, she was kind
He is dark, she was light
He is anger, she was smile.....
Krish Vasaudev he lost the one is cared for, one which kept him sane, one which kept the monster inside him at bay........but now its free...
"Usne mera sab kuchh chheen liya mai uska sab kuchh chheen lunga"
Will Krish burn everything in his rage or can anyone stop him??