Chapter # 8

A woman with beguiling looks and charm which is impossible to resist was seen in the mirror. That woman's appearance can make anyone fall for her.

Her bewitching looks, the enthralling form of hers; Like some fascinating angel who comes right from heavens.

Her features were enhanced a million times when the veil was put over her and she looked at her reflection for the last time.

The divinity there may seem but not though.

I can see what others can't. I can see everything but myself in it. I am not here.

It's not me.

It's a beauty, no, beauty is not enough to explain how I am looking; exquisite.

The elegance and grace, it's not mine. They can see a lavishing wedding of a woman with angelic features with a man as handsome as ancient Greek Gods.

The irresistible man of a perfect dominating aura. Fakeness is getting bound eternally with lust as a constant reminder of misery which leads to this day.

That's what they call facades.

The demeanor used to hide the actual one.

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