His Banjaran

An ordinary girl wrapped in mud.....but for him she was the most beautiful being on earth.

A girl who by far the societal norms couldn't match his standards....but for him she is the queen of his world

A girl who is tainted in her own eyes....but for him she is the purest form of worship itself

To the world, she was ordinary.
To herself, she was broken.
But to him, she was home.

A man who ruled every room he stepped into...feared by many, untouchable by all-but in her world, he was the storm she could never escape.

A man who stood like a king among men...commanding, powerful, absolute-yet in her presence, his gaze held a darkness that made her heart forget how to feel safe.

A man the world admired and bowed to...unyielding, revered, invincible-but to her, he was the quiet terror she carried in her bones, even when he called her his own
To the world, he was powerful.
To himself, he was untouchable.
But to her, he was the fear I could never outrun......or did she even want to run?