I laugh, hysterically, as I sharpen my knife."Should have stayed home" I smiled. Smelling the blood from the body beside me gets me excited. Why haven't I done this sooner?! You might call me crazy, but do you know how it feels to inject a knife into a person's body, repeatedly. It makes blood rush through my veins and makes me blackout, in a good way. I wouldn't call it an addiction, I would call it a hobby. I know it isn't a great hobby, but I could care less about what the consequences are.
I sing a lullaby as I am cleaning my blade.
"Rock-a-bye, baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock"
I look at the body and smile at my beautiful creation. I, then, start remembering the actions that I did towards the latter and the words they said to me.
"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all"
Tears left my eyes as I smiled, crazily. If you are wondering why I am acting this way, just know, I had a pretty shitty life.
Hello. My name is Lily.
Meet Thakur Rudra Pratap Singh, a 35-year-old man who heads the powerful Mandawa Thakur family, known for their historical dominance. Despite being immensely wealthy and influential, his heart is hardened due to internal family conflicts, turning him into a stoic figure. He made a solemn vow to his mother to prioritize the family above all else, even sacrificing the prospect of marriage to dedicate himself entirely to their success.
However, his devotion to his family becomes his burden as they become the source of his inner turmoil. His tough exterior makes him unapproachable, instilling fear in those who dare to interact with him.
Yet, fate intervenes and introduces someone unexpected into his life.
Enter Paridhi, a 22-year-old girl from an upper-middle-class family. She exudes sweetness and innocence, though she tends to keep to herself, opening up only to those close to her. Her life seems on track, especially as she nears the fulfillment of her dream: marrying the love of her life. However, when circumstances force her to compromise and accept her family's wishes, she reluctantly complies.
But what happens when their significant age difference becomes a factor? Will they be able to bridge the gap and accept each other despite the odds stacked against them?
This is a tale of shattered trust, broken by those closest to them. Amidst such turmoil, will they find understanding and acceptance in each other's arms?
Do not copy.