The Un-Royal Affair|(18+)
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Ayaan Dixit-
In the icy chamber of my heart, I sit alone on my throne.
I rule the vast fashion empire, sparing no thoughts for lesser things.
My attention is reserved just like me, a life devoid of frills and show.
Where passion dares not tread and love's embrace is dead.
Then she waltzed into my view, a vision fair yet something more, a liar.
Her beauty matched her troubled soul, a powerful tempest in disguise.
Her allure was too strong, setting my heart ablaze in a furnace, weaving tales to strife.
The strong urge to unravel her grips me as she makes me lose my way, whole.
Her defeat will be my win especially when I know she likes to run so I trap her in her maze to make her repent.
Only to end up as her willing captive.
Zehra-
Memories make me sick as I build my life brick by brick,
My past haunts me, relentlessly like a shadow dark and slick.
I did something I should never have but I was left with no choice.
My guilt drowns me and my lies claw at my throat.
But then I met him, so ruthless and breathtaking, beyond my imagination.
He challenges me, makes me duel, freezing my brain all along but I don't understand why I crave him.
His presence is all-consuming and my secrets, he's assuming making my defenses roll.
I know I should go on the run again as this man takes me deeper into his intoxicating scent.
But I want to do something that is against the rules of my existence- succumb to him.
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