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Originally posted by: _._shibani_._
And then, she dreamt of him, he wasn't on a white House, but to her, he was no less than a knight in shining armour.
His simple was so precious that her heart captured each of his smiles and stored them, away from the world's preying eyes.
But the foolish girl never realised that the world wasn't the preditor, or was her prince charming.
So the next time, another prince walked in her life, she feared him, his touch, his gaze. Each of them read her, like she was a book, and the silly boy refused to give up when she asked him not to read her, that she was a maaya, a figment of illusion, a figment of imagination.
#MayRa_prose
So beautiful❤️
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