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Fight back
they pull you down,
stand up
they break your dawn!
When an uncontrollable fury rushes through a person's blood, the thirst for justice quenches only when the right amount of need is given. The dawn seemed to crack, with hopes that Amla seeded in her crumbled heart.
Hopes.
Abeer nurtured her hopes, with power, with strength, with trust. Even when he knew it costed their lives, he was ready to die a thousand deaths for her. She was his wife, his love, his brightness. His promises were to be made real only for her.
Trust merges their broken heart,
one that was withered apart.
Promises raise a strength in the dew,
to look ahead with fears adieu.
A thanks. Her trust for him was through a thanks. She tried to forgive him with a thanks, to break the fear, to rise and shine with new dreams. She could move on, she could love her life. She could love him.
But the path of redemption and fight back is difficult.
Evil breeds the inner self.
Cost him his pride,
he will cost your life.
Rage him with fury,
he will burn your strength down,
He is the devil that disgusts
He is monster who is merciless.
Grown in a plotting background where money plays monopoly and ego boosts it's strength, he sees every person around him with a wicked mind. Twisted are his intentions, his world has no laws and justice. He plays for his own selfish satisfaction, be it life or game- he wants to win.
Winning is great, but loosing is greater. One who fails, learns. One who wins, assumes. Winning is an achievement, loosing is a crown.
Where would he learn that? Nowhere. There is no strong willed mother to stop him, no strict father to make him realize his evilness. There is just money that curtains his crimes.
A spark,
he fired her fear.
he made her husband a villain,
he urged her to clutch him with fright,
he made her tear up with a terrible sight.
On the journey of walking ahead overlooking the past, he is in the verge of making a horrible present. Abeer spoke, pierced in pain, unable to do anything. He wanted redemption. Evan wanted a lusted revenge. He beat Abeer, giving him the punishment for a crime that he has not done. Giving her the fear that she does not deserve.
He grabbed her, bolting her fearful thoughts.
Her nightmare turns into a reality yet again.
The self that she gathered was to break, again.
He grabbed her shawl wearing it with sickening lust, the revenge was painful. Fear brooded her will, clouding the power she had in her. The devil works to keep her shut. Little does he know - the fate is powerful, fury is painful, revenge is destructive.
He is the destroyer of his own self
He is the destroyer of his own belief
He is the powerless and witless
He is the powerless and reckless
Kudos to Siddharth for such a mind bugling acting! 👏
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