She breathes fire 🔥
He breathes fire🔥
The word 'detest' isn't enough to describe what these two have for each other. Some say respect is reciprocal, but not when two blaring fire clash.
She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderer. She knows...
"I did it!" I guffawed, jumping on Ya Aliya. "Get off me!" She scowled.
"I'm proud of you. You did the right thing." The good twin beamed.
"Ladies, kindly excuse me. I'd like to have a word with my parents." I grumbled with a fake British accent taking a bow.
I twisted the door knob of the room. Mrs Mahir was dressed in a white silk nightgown, with an off white silk robe, accompanied by a black bonnet. The way she's obsessed with the color white is scary sometimes. Literally everything in her room is plain white. All her outfits, bags, and shoes are white.
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She averted her gaze towards me as I walked inside the room. "Plea—" I was cut off by her.
"—He's in his room." She shifted her gaze back to her laptop. I gave her a short nod and was about to leave when she called out to me. "Hey,"
"Yeah?"
"You did the right thing. I'm proud of you." I badly wanted to give her a tight hug but we both knew that won't happen. I shared a sincere smile with her then grabbed the door knob and shut the door close.
"Daddy, I did it. I apologized." I stated. He twirled his seat around to face me. I noticed the small photo frame he held firmly—it was a picture of me when I was eight years old. He placed a kiss on it then dropped it back on the table before rising to his feet, a grin taking over his features.
