Hellfire
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Short Story - 2 Hellfire!
In the burning forest of the misty hills, the demon in human skin smiled tenderly at the broken beauty in his arms, thrashing against his hold and trying to run to her burning kin.
"Rudhira!! Leave me! they are burning, Everything is burning! let me go to them! Hey Sembuli! why this disastor is on us! what sin we committed to have this curse on us! Amma! appa! thatha! Vana! Veera! Anusa! Oh Sembuli"
"Calm down my flower. I promise, I will make them pay.Whoever did this to your kin, I will make them pay" She didn't see the smile in his eyes. Her eyes fixed on the burning huts and sheds of her village. She only heard his voice that was always gentle, calm and kind, now sounding in anger and venom, promising destruction and revenge for her kind. Her eyes rolled off and she slumped unconscious in his hold, with only thought in her mind.
Her Lover
Her Rudhira will help her in her Revenge. He will give the justice she deserves.
"Ponnu ennaku thaan! Nelamu ennaku thaan"
(Girl is mine, Land is also mine)
This story is not your regular dark romance. buckle up people.
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