Sweet Sinners

Sweet Sinners

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"Deal." My eyes widen at his response, taken aback by what we just agreed to. Nonetheless, I shake his outstretched hand. Maybe this could work. ........................................................................ For the first time in years, her life was steady, it was quaint yet average, her version of perfection. Miracles came true when she finally escaped all those years ago. Never expecting she'd have to relive her horrid past, everything changes when a familiar face shows up on her doorstep one night. Her only hope, the mysterious man who was kicked out of his apartment next door. The only complication; this aloof stranger has a sinful past himself, a past that keeps following him despite his best efforts to forget. He's a criminal. He's her savior. He's her sweet sinner. - - Started: January 7th, 2019 Status: Ongoing [I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER.]
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growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

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