Love's Darkest Side

Love's Darkest Side

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I was walking on the sidewalk under the intense rays of the sun. I felt droplets of sweat racing it's way down to my chin. "Aaaahhh!!!" A shriek made its way to my ears, making my head turn to its direction. There I saw a man chasing a woman. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't get myself to. My eyes were locked to the man. He was the definition of perfect, his jawline was defined, his face could be compared to a god's, he had muscles enough to make a girl fall completely, his skin was perfectly tanned, making it shine . It was as if time stopped for me and all I saw was him. Then, I heard a snap. "Hey, Brielle" I snapped out, oh. It's none other than my best friend, Mara. "Brielle, what're you looking at?" "It's nothing, don't mind me" "Ishhh, You're wasting you're time here. Hurry up! We're going to be late for the first class." Mara pulled my arm and dragged me to class. We reached the classroom and slowly knocked on the door. "Good morning Ms. Lativia and Ms. Folipiano. Please pick your seats and wait for the bell to ring." "Thank you miss" we replied in unison. We immediately searched for vacant seats in the classroom. The room was almost full, but we found three empty chairs at the back, I think that's fine. "Mara, over there" I pulled Mara's hand and she put her bag on the seat beside mine. A few minutes later, the bell rang and class started.
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"π‘»π’‰π’Šπ’” π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’—π’†π’“π’š π’‡π’Šπ’“π’”π’• π’‘π’‚π’ˆπ’†, 𝑡𝒐𝒕 π’˜π’‰π’†π’“π’† 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’”π’•π’π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’π’† 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" β€’β€’β€’β€’ "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. β€’β€’β€’β€’ His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

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