Sitaraa

'Our story is so deep, so emotional, that even Shakespeare would weep.'

This tale is written in blood. It cannot continue with ink. But perhaps, true love can change perspectives. 

He was ruthless, he was unforgiving, he was the MONSTER, as the world called him. Nothing mattered to him except the promise he gave to his mother. He lived and breathed in it, it was the only thing which kept him going, which kept him alive. But Destiny is just as generous as it was cruel — she did not accept how he was surviving like a fish with only a few drops of water.

Yes, she gave him a gem, a shining star, a Sitara, who slowly guided him out of the darkness he was living in, but, at every step of life she was snatched away from him. He had to fight, he had to kill — he created a path of dead bodies to reach her.

He claimed she was his, he did not give her a choice, because, he knew she was meant to be his. 

"I AM THE STORM ITSELF" I whispered back.

He always remembered her in his prayers and she always kept him in her heart.

That's true love. My definition of Magic.