Our story began smoothly with a ‘hai’.
I was writing it.
The first few chapters were heart throbbing.
Words were inspired by him.
Secrets started to spill.
The Chapters started to get filled with passion.
And the story urged with heat.
Fate wrote the lines to destiny.
The destiny I had wished for us.
I was wrong.
I realized the last chapter was already written.
He was already in his “happily ever after”.
He was the author and I was just a pawn.
Biblichor 