Seductive Scars ∘ AbhiMaan ∘
I ended up marrying the bad boy from Brooklyn.
The one without tattoos but had that unmistakable gaze screaming trouble.
His eyes came with a bunch of red flags.
I was well aware of what I was getting into.
I could sense it in the way he touched me, taking possession with his commanding hands.
Saying no wasn't even an option, not that I wanted to.
That was way back when, feels like ages ago.
Now, I've grown up and moved on, but he's still the same guy I tied the knot with.
He's got this dangerous vibe that I'd rather not think too much about.
As alluring as sin, drawing in all the wrong kinds of temptations - the kind that's hard to forgive, the kind that messes up marriages.
I did this to myself. I knew better than to fall for him.
And now, I'm fucked.
I married the bad boy from Brooklyn, and figuring out how to survive this is a whole other challenge.
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