Flowers
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His lips pressed against mine, I never felt so at home while I stared right into his eyes, his soul is so beautiful but cruel.
Whenever I took a breath, these flowers would grow even more, suddenly I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't help but fall in love with him, he made everything better, just the sight of his smile and rosy cheeks could make my day.
We have the best memories, Chilli cheese chips while watching a movie on the couch then falling asleep, or how he would talk to me about how amazing I am and how happy he was to call me his.
But, as he slowly slipped away out of my life, he was taking everything away from me, he left me hopeless, heart broken, most of all, he left me breathless.
These flowers would grow oh so big, to the point where I could no longer let out a single breath, I gasped at the thought of losing him.
The rosy cheeks, blue eyed boy, was and always will be the one I love, no matter how hard I try to forget, the flowers are stuck in my lungs and they have died.
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....Λβπ ππ’π π‘π¬ππ‘π¨π¨π₯ + πππ¬π’ π«π¨π¦ππ§ππβΛ.... "You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills me so much. "Why?" She asked adding salt on my wounds anger consumed me at this moment, while tightening my grip on her arms and pulling her closer I let out a painful chuckle and said " Because he don't deserve someone like you he deserves someone much better" I could feel the burn in my eyes, my tears are fighting to rolled down my eyes but I didn't let them , hurting her is hurting me more than she could imagine. She remained silent tears rolled down her eyes damage caused by my words were clearly visible in her eyes , I am dying to hug her comfort her but the betrayal the, damge ,the pain I am carrying all these years stopped me from doing so. "Do you hate me this much Nirvaan?" She asked in painful voice looking straight in my eyes , my heart clenched painfully on her condition , I wiped her tears and whispered so softly that she can't hear it. "π° ππππ π° πππππ " βββ ββ ββ β ββ "Aap ke ye aanshu humare zakhmo pe namak ka kaam karte hai Vaani " βββ ββ ββ β ββ β πππππ ππππππβ " I was thrown in dark dead night enough times to realise I am not worthy to meet sunshine" β πππππππ ππππππππβ "I am dying to be her sunshine so bright to her dark dead night yet, so warm to melt away all her pain" ______________Complete
When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.
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