PYTHON
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Concealed under the obsidian gloominess of the daunting artificial powder, the pseudo hideous appearance hurled upon her and the spurious ugliness she exhibited to the world. Her life was anything but easy. Madhushree Chawla, a rather grotesque creature as implied by the people acquainted to her. The obnoxious skin tone, hairs fussy and always tied up, eyebrows inseparable just like two people in love and lastly the bizzare dressing style. Hideousness and revoltness were the two facets of her. But deep down, Madhushree concealed a secret. A secret of an exceptional beauty. She was born with a beauty which could drag the world on her feet. This beauty daunted her mother and madhushree was forced to wear the pseudo hoodwinking shroud of revolting ugliness in front of the world. But secrets shall not always remain as a secret. That's the rule of the universe. A vessel of aqua, a gang of young furious miscreants and a party with tons of people, Madhushree's secret was finally out. Frightened she ran out of the party failing to notice a pair of sinister eyes gawking at her. Mad were those eyes and a Psychopath was the possessor of them. The name being PYTHON. A tech giant, as people said. But Python was not a normal man but a Psychopath. An atrocious, demented Psychopath. But his inner craziness unleashed only when he fortuitously saw that nymph queen. And that's how The Python embraced his inner psychopath. He desired her, he needed her and he wanted her anyhow. Mad was his love and lethal was his obsession. From leaving sweet love letters to presenting her with the mutilated dead bodies of her admirers, Python's obsession grew more and more darker. So dark that he wanted to control her everything, her smile, her tears, her feelings and also her breathing. She didn't wanted him but his obsession fettered her in his chamber where she could only see him and no one else. And python will force her to eternity until she surrenders her heart to him. Can she escape???
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"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

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