He looked into my eyes , piercing through my soul his grey eyes were filled with thousands of emotions that I couldn't seem to put a finger on.
"What's your name"
he asked me with his dark rough voice sending chills down my spine . He slowly moved...
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° H I S L O V E °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°
عشق پر زور نہیں
ہے یہ وہ آتش غالب ۔۔۔۔ •• کہ لگاے نا لگے •• اور بجھاے نا بجھے ۔۔۔۔
🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
Love can't be forced.. •• Love is that fire oh Ghalib
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that can't be ignited by choice ••
Neither can be extinguished ••
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Third person'sP.O.V _____________
The wind blew faster making the atmosphere beautiful and chilly Although it used to get slightly hot some days but on other days the weather got extremely breezy and pleasant
The wheels of the car rolled over the surface of the road which seemed to be quite clear with no existence of any human on
He sighed and looked out the window letting himself embrace the breeze heartily , he let his body reciprocate to the beautiful aspects of nature
Who knew nature had such a beautiful impact even on the Mafia King His world was filled with urgency , hatred , destruction and no mercy
He was ruthless yet ridiculously charming he had an aura that radiated danger and why wouldn't it ? Acknowledging the fact that he was not a normal living person having typical life but a Mafia who is known for the art of taking others lives.
He had no one to cry after him , the only people he was awfully familiar with were the enemies he had B
eautiful leaves were resting on the road , the big wheels of the Rover rolled over the tough road
Taking the harmful smoke from the cigarette in Uzair leaned his head back resting it on the seat of the rover
Hands gripping the steering wheel while the other hand held the cigarette between his fingers
