Blackthrone | June 16

A dark, psychological thriller of twisted games, shocking betrayals where obsession meets deception and love is just another weapon.... a kind of love which doesn't just lingers... it haunts yet even in terror you can't escape craving it.

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He turns on his back completely, palms dropping to the vanity edge.

Kisike liye ishq.
Kisike liye mohabbat.
Kisike liye uns.
Kisike liye aadat.
Kisike liye deewangi.
Kisike liye ulfat.
Kisike liye junoon.
Kisike liye shiddat.
Kisike liye sukoon.
Kisike liye chahat.
Kisike liye zarurat.
Kisike liye ibadat."

His body turned around slowly, as he moved towards, each word syncing with each steps.

"Ishq... mohabbat... pyaar ke naam bahot hain... mayne bahot hain."

Standing right before her, his gaze locked into hers as he leaned down to her eye level, "Alfaaz ki haisiyat hi kaha... jo mehram ko batin-e-kashmakash bayan kar sake."

An unsettling madness dancing in his eyes, "Zimma uthaya hai haal-e-dil ka nigahon ne"

Her body froze for a moment all, the running madness in his eyes like someone has injected it in his veins made her still, her body couldn't move all it could do was get drown into the ocean of his gaze.

"Aur aapke liye kya hai?Ishq ya mohabbat?Uns ya aadat?Deewangi ya ulfat?Junoon ya shiddat?Sukoon ya chahat?Zarurat ya ibadat?" her voice steadier now but no less intense.

Rohan didn't blink, he leaned more, his breath ghosting over his lobes, with a wave of wind of his low breath, he whispered,

"Sanak."

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(Mature content ahead! Reader's discretion is adviced)