yes pls 🤗☑️Originally posted by: Alexia_Wilson
Oppo as called by her closed ones was angry. No no she wasn’t angry; she was furious. Ofcourse why wont she when her dear parents had put her into the most prestigious college of Kolkata without asking about her opinion. It was bad very bad. They wanted her to do her graduation from there as they both had done. They took pride in their college being the most elite one but it didn’t help her calm down instead she felt even more irritated.
After her parents married, they shifted to Mumbai. Her whole life had been spent in Mumbai. All her friends were in Mumbai. And now for three years course she had to be in Kolkata without her friends near her. Her parents also were not here.
They had told her that she had to be independent and that is why she had to start living alone. She didn’t mind that to an extent but to live somewhere really far from her whole world which is Mumbai was almost impossible for her. But she couldn’t do anything now. She had taken admission in the college and was going to join it tomorrow.
So, no point in crying over spilt milk. Her father owned a farmhouse in this city and she was going to live there only. The house keeper and other necessary people were already allotted by her father. She had just to come here with her clothes and that’s it. All the other basic necessities were taken care of. She came here today afternoon. The housekeeper’s wife was considerate enough to keep food for her.
After knowing each and everything about the house she gave the people rest of day off. She wanted to be alone. Angry at the people. But besides the anger there was a curiosity as to what will this new city show her. Which life lessons will it give her? What will be given to her from this city. She was lost in her thought unbeknownst to the devil which was going to change her life forever.
This city was going to give her something rather someone to forever cherish. She was not knowing that tomorrow someone really special would enter her life to change it forever. Shrugging her shoulders, she went to the library for some solace which she got by drowning in the pool of fantasy. Time passed by like this that day for her.
9o’clock at an illegal bike race course
There was the winner also known as the night beast. He never showed his true face. Always hiding his glory under the hood of his jacket.
Some said he had scars from past which he wanted to hide, some said his face was as ugly as his soul, some said he looked as vicious as his heart. but what people didn’t understand that it wasn’t to hide his face. He looked like a Greek god thank you very much. It was to hide the people’s face from his eyes.
He hated the people with fake visage who tried to act sweet and innocent when they were actually contradictory to it. The ones who depicted themselves as selfless were the most selfish ones. The ones who showed mercy to others in public just see them inside the four walls and then you will realise how merciless they are. But there were few
exceptions who were genuinely like this.
Nonetheless he didn’t care a thing about what people thought about him. They didn’t see his struggles nor did they see people’s betrayal in a crueller way than he had. He hated people who said that for them their family matters the most. They were the people who would first sacrifice their family for their selfish needs, just like the one in front of him who lost to him the beast in a bike racing match and now was sacrificing his family. But this person wasn’t knowing that the beast hates these types of people and tortures them even more. This man was way too coward which made the game of anguish even more enjoyable. He the beast was excited for this game while the person opposite to him petrified to death. Ah life was great.
While he tortures the man to the next level which was giving him immense you maybe thinking that he was cruel but if you get to know what that man did then maybe even you will feel the sadistic pleasure of torturing that man. He was like Robin Hood for some people in the hood of darkness. But he hated the word family but he wasn’t knowing that he would fall irrevocably in love with a person who loved the word family.
Two different people with two different ideologies. How do you think will these two ever meet?? Will they ever fall in love??
Hola people this was the FF on Oprish
Do tell me should I continue or not?
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