Vow To Hate You
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Dernière publication ven., mars 20, 2026
"Are you sure about this, Kabir?" Ayaan asked.
"Yes."
"Dad won't be happy if he gets a hint of what you are doing," he said again.
"He won't be happy with me anyway," Kabir said, taking a long drag of his cigarette before crushing it under his shoes. His emerald orbs burning with a rage that could destroy the world.
"And it was supposed to be him instead of me doing what was correct," he said looking out of the window.
"What if you are wrong?" Ayaan asked.
The moment Kabir turned around and looked directly into him, Ayaan straightened his back and said, "Her details are there in the file."
"What about other arrangements?" Kabir asked while glancing at the file.
"Ready."
"Good," Kabir said, opening the file and looking at a girl's picture, "we will meet soon, Ziniya."
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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+
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of the worst dolor
he carried the lil baby girl paving around trying to stop her from crying. she never stopped and he started to get worried. she soon stopped and he sighed satisfied. he dropped her on her little bed as she kept mute. he went up to get her food. just then, he heard a loud scream and hurried down. he met his aunt with her baby crying. she turned in anger only to find him making food for her baby. what the hell have you done again? she yelled in tears. he was puzzled. nothing. he stammered and she hit him hard on his face. you killed her! she yelled and he staggered backwards in shock. I've always bren a barren all my life and fortunately, I have birth and now, u killed her. she said calmly in tears. I don't want to see you hear by the time I return. you're useless and worthless!! she shot her heart up and walked right pass him. hot years streamed down his face as he left.Terminé
A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.
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