Midnight Tale of Love

Midnight romance that is what we call it nowadays. The night was dark and the moon was the only source of light, a sight so irresistible. The trees as if they were guarding the solace of the night with weapons of breeze and shelters of the nocturnal. Everything seemed to be so awfully incredible and in the midst of the graveyard two lovers sitting on two different graves. His eyes longing for love and brain craving lust. Both of them were looking divine or maybe it was the night that made them look divine. Both doing nothing just looking into each other’s eye, holding their hands. The bond between them seemed to so pure. She broke the silence, “How long will you love me?”
Astonished with this sudden question, “Till the end of eternity.”
They both got up from the place now both pairs of eyes was filled with lust. He placed his hands somewhere near her butt and her around his neck.
“I will always be yours.” She said.
“you don’t have any choice, my dear.” He, with a smile, loaded with love, replied and in a matter of seconds their bodies on one another lips rubbing in perfect sync with no air to escape between them. They kissed they kissed for what seemed to be an eternity but everything has to end and good things end quite quickly. The dawn was on its way and reluctantly he pushed her away.
“Time to go baby”Back to their graves.
They died but their love never ended and wasn’t going to end until the end of the time.
“Love knows no barriers, Life and death are just different places”

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Martyr of Love

His eyes so deep, so serene filled with traces of lust. All he wanted, in fact, it was what he had ever wanted from the moment he had laid eyes on her-her body, her soul. He was determined to brand every fibre within her with his name and that was that moment she was just in front of him. A beauty no one can forget, a face so imperfectly phenomenal. The naivety in her eyes, the smooth flawless skin. Hair so dark, so dense, just like a dark night where no mark of the moon is present. Her majestic beauty was something that could evoke envy; even the Aphrodite wasn’t any different. Body sculpted in such an erotic art that no sculptor walked on the planet could match the raw intoxicating flair. Now her bare body was in front of him. Bosom so aphrodisiac, skin like silk, so smooth such divine. Now this was the moment he was going to make her his own, brand her and get inside her. Her naked body tantalising every nerve he had. He marauded towards her and did everything he ever wanted to do. With each and every thrust the sense of accomplishment widened the smirk on his face and when he was done, he took the phone which was hers’, A message, An unread message sent by him hours ago, it read as “I’ll make you mine no matter what whether it demands to make you dead.”
He stood and took a knife stabbed himself through the heart. The metal pierced the skin very slowly and made him moan with the feeling of pain he had always endured the kind of pain she always gave him by not reciprocating his love. She had died hours ago and he died moments ago both with knives penetrating through the heart.He branded her when she was lifeless.
He made love to a dead creature.
For him, love was a war and she was destined to be a martyr.

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It was my sixteenth birthday everything seemed to be perfectly incredible. The cake was just what I wanted with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETA” written on it. My mother was the second one to wish me my birthday it was my dad who wished me first.
12 hours before my birthday party the superhero of my world –my dad entered in my room with white lilies in one hand and chocolates in the other. I know it because I wasn’t sleeping I was just pretending to be in the utopia of the dream so that he would wake me up, hug me and then wish me and that was what he did. He came towards sleeping me, leaned a bit and planted a soft fatherly kiss on my forehead then he did something which was extremely cute at least for me. He brought his lips near my ear and whispered, “happy birthday princess”.
Maa came to wish me when I was fully awake.
My birthday party was at my house and it was supposed to start at 6 but due to some bakery confusion, it started at 8. All my friends were there and parents’ friends were there. They were enjoying, the whole atmosphere just seemed to be phenomenal But it still felt like something was missing or maybe I should say someone was missing. Yes! It was Christie whom I was waiting for. It was my sweet sixteen and that moron was still not there. How could she be late? Had she forgotten about me or what..!! Or perhaps she was willing to be slapped, punched or kicked by me! Darkness just fell upon my eyes as these thoughts were flustering my mind and I was pretty sure that those small hands were of Christie. I just turned around and we both shouted out of excitement or rather jumped like monkeys. She was my friend since first grade and was a soul sister to me.
With that, my bundle of joy for that day was complete.
And then I couldn’t wait to cut the cake and have it all over my face.
Things were going so well that day, like never before.
It just seemed to be a perfect day to me. Thanks to my daddy who had done so much for me, everything for me and had actually made me feel like a princess; not only today but always.
Still, the best part about the party was dance and music. As the music was turned on, it felt as if I was so much free, so much myself to groove to those songs. I kept on dancing for more than an hour completely forgetting every other thing. It seemed as if my world was confined to myself and my body couldn’t stop twisting, twirling and shaking the ground until and unless I had started panting badly. It felt as if I had come back to the real world from another world. I was out of the euphoria and all I wanted at that moment was a glass of water. It took almost ten minutes when my brain noticed that Christie hadn’t come yet …what the hell…!! Such a slow girl is my best friend but I didn’t bother to go and find her. I was too tired to do that so I just sat on the sofa and slowly with each passing second my eyelids started to feel heavy and I dozed off.
Hell..!! I I slept for an hour and yet there was no sign of Christie in the entire party and that was making me feel angry that sweet little bitch should be here but she wasn’t. How can anyone take so long just to fetch a glass of water? I just wanted to punch her right on her face. I needed to find her. I went to the kitchen but she wasn’t there. so I asked maa about her she told me that Christie went upstairs almost and an hour back. She also told me that dad and Christie were planning a surprise.
I wasn’t able to believe that such fun things were going to happen on my birthday. I ran like a mad dog. God, I was hell tired still I ran only for her or maybe for that surprise.
I just flashed u through the door of my room.
What..!!!
I screamed and this was not screams of joy the sight in front of me sent cold shivers through my spine and the floodgates of my eyes were shattered. With my blurred vision, I saw a piece of paper lying next to my bed. With trembling hands, I picked it up and too scared to read it, I unfolded the piece of paper. It was somewhat crumpled and there were patches of scattered ink on the words. Wiping off those tears, I read it. after that my life changed completely my skin started to crawl I wanted my soul to leave my body. The note stated
“your father raped me”
The girl who once was my sister was now hanging by the fan with clothes torn apart scratches all over the body.
She was dead
Christie was dead
Father killed her
My father killed her
Father raped her
My father raped her…

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PATH WE CHOOSE…

It was just a matter of path
Both were sons of human
But the path taken
Different
One chose a path
A path that ultimately would lead to destruction
A path that would kill the darkness
The path that would destruct the darkness
A religious preacher was what he became
The latter chose a path
A path that would ultimately lead to the unification
A path that would give a life
A life to devil
A path that will unify the sinner
A suicide bomber was what he became……
The paths we choose is the destiny we decide……

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