More Than Most

More Than Most

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"A love unrequited." He was everything she ever asked for. Six-foot tall with mahogany hair and light hazel eyes, he was her dream that came to life. Rude yet charming, careless yet determined, he took her life by storm. Everyday she spent with him were magic. But she was weak, troubled and scared. He was too much for what her heart can handle. And so she left. She was someone he didn't see coming. Cold and annoying with the nastiest temper - she must be the curse he had to pay. He was irritated with her blank stares, her enchanting smile and how her hair smelled so sweet. He hated that she attracted him like a magnet, an irresistible pull. But she was beautiful. She took his breath away. She was the reason behind his every sleepless nights. Everyday with her and he could never ask for more. And so he waited.
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They say love is a choice. But what if the choice you made had nothing to do with love? We didn't marry because we were in love. We married because we both needed something- And each other was just... convenient. He needed a wife. I needed the money. So we signed the papers, wore the masks, and promised we wouldn't fall. But nothing about him is simple. He was the boy I loathed the most when I was twelve. Five years older, always out of reach, always one step ahead. Now, we're under the same roof, bound by the same lie. And yet, he still feels miles away. He's cold. Detached. Always in control. And I hate how effortlessly he gets under my skin. Me? I keep my thoughts sharp and my walls higher. I never let anyone see me falter. And I'm always mindful of the image I project-especially when no one's watching. And now, I'm slowly forgetting the rules we set when we said, "I do." This wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now, we're halfway into something neither of us knows how to name. And the thing about secrets? They always ask for more.

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