╰┈➤The sky was painted in hues of grey, and the rain softly whispered its rhythmic melody on the ground. As I walked through the dampened streets, I saw her-my butterfly, the one who had always fluttered gracefully through my life, now weighed down with a sadness I couldn't quite touch. She walked slowly, her fragile figure silhouetted against the misty rain, her heart clearly burdened by a sorrow too heavy for words. Her eyes, once vibrant with laughter and light, were now distant, clouded by the pain of a truth she had learned far too soon.
╰┈➤Through the soft drizzle, I heard her voice break the silence: "No one stays. Everyone leaves." The words were like fragile glass, shattering in the air. She didn't turn to look at me, as though afraid that even the slightest glance would reveal the depth of her hurt. I watched her, my heart aching for her, wishing I could shield her from the world's cruelty, from the loneliness she so quietly carried.
╰┈➤Without thinking, I rushed to her side, my jacket in hand, and gently draped it over her slender shoulders. The cool fabric felt like a tender embrace against the chill of the rain, but it was nothing compared to the warmth I wanted to give her. I took a step closer, my arms reaching out, pulling her into a tight embrace, as though I could somehow shield her from the storms both outside and within.
╰┈➤"Butterfly," I whispered softly, my voice steady yet full of resolve, "I'll stay. I won't leave you." The words carried the weight of a promise, one I knew I would keep no matter what. In that moment, the world seemed to pause, and I held her close, letting her feel the truth in my touch. She trembled slightly, and I knew that though the storm might rage on, she would never face it alone.
𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ
Ahantya rai singhania x Arshi rajput
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄×𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀
(Videshi × desi)
"𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐜𝐡é𝐫𝐢𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬."
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
DANTE SALVATORE (30)
Beneath his tailored suits and diamond-encrusted cufflinks, a cauldron of turmoil seethed, the Italian billionaire CEO's vast riches was unable to purchase the one thing he craved: peace.
He wanted to calm his blazing soul.
The inner monster that always urged him to reach the deepest depths of human depravity.
But even while, Being a declared psychopath, he embraced it like it was his shining armour.
Then enters her book, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒.
Her chaos, his peace.
Her pain, his comfort.
Her darkness, his solace.
Never ever he thought a book, a goddamn fucking book, would bring calmness to the devil residing in him.
"If her book is such a subtle seduction , I can't help but wonder what this woman's surrender would taste like."
Thus embarked the actual misery in her life.
VISHA CHAUHAN (23)
The goddess of innocence, with the voice that whispered dirty secrets and pen which leaked sinful intents.
An orphan crafted into the perfect daughter she never was, was The Chauhan's youngest adopted daughter, to the outside world, but just a stand-in for her foster bed ridden elder sister in the dark.
She found her sanctuary in weaving the forbidden romance, and dark desires, that she did under the pen name, VALTORE.
Unbeknownst to her, those same words had also become the solace of the Devil himself.
"He embodied every dark fantasy, I'd ever wrote, a living, breathing manifestation of my deepest desires, desires that should stay FICTIONAL."
Will Visha be able to accept Dante, and the darkness that comes with