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Infinity (h.s)
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Ongoing, First published Jul 09, 2022
Mature
There is one constant in this world. One thing that someone can rely on. Pain. It translated into the darkness of this world, as this society considers. Pain is something that one must strive to defeat and overcome with bravery and courage.  Aerith a sweet, charming, innocent girl who is forced to join a ruthless mafia. What will happen if she crosses paths with a green-eyed man who runs an another mafia? Will she fall in love with him? 

*****

 "Thankyou so much for coming. Have a nice day"

It was 3pm i.e. time for my break. I took my black coffee and sat near the window. As I was drinking my coffee I enjoyed the view of the clear blue sky with blue birds flying around. And of course the traffic outside my bakery. It was lunch time so the traffic was normal. 

Suddenly, I saw a black range rover opposite the road with ribbons on its doors. And beside it there was a tall figure standing talking on the phone. I didn't knew who the person was but his back was towards me. He seemed tensed. 

God, that guy's back was hot, but felt somehow familiar.

His tattoos were all over his biceps. I wanted to see that guy's face but I couldn't.

Then i saw the very familiar "silver spoon" tattoo.

Who could this guy be? i thought to myself 

hold on-

No way in fucking hell this could be him.

But what if it is?
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