Stranded roads (Rewriting)
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She closed her eyes, unshed tears rimmed her eyelashes, tilting her chin up and brought her face up. This was her unwilling consent to prove that she indeed loved him. Realizing little that love demands no proves, only the heart needs to connect.
He stepped even closer to her till their limbs connected and her body's warmth soaked into his own. Their heights doing justice to their position, he looked down upon her face, free of any expression. Numb like a stone statue. The only thing that confirmed life in her was her drumming heartbeat and frantic breathing. She reeked of innocence but his stubborn demons couldn't suffice with that kind of revelation.
He snaked an arm around her petite waist and reached with another hand to cup her face, pulling her more to himself. Every cell in his body knew it was a sin but compliance of desire can be of greater temptation. He leaned in slowly...
Different characters,
Different motives,
Different stories.
Join them as they embark upon the journey of life and find their stranded roads towards love, forgiveness, hope and prosperity.
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