His Life For Mine Song Romane & Geschichten

After lunch we went back home and now everyone was sitting in the living room waiting for me to sing and I cleared my throat before starting. "This song is dedicated to all of you" I said closing my eyes and started singing. [Family-chainsmoker] Family I know water that's thicker than blood That's deeper than love with my friends People come and some people go And some people ride to the end When I am blind, in my mind I swear they be my rescue, my lifeline I don't know what I'd do if I, if I'd survive My brothers and my sisters in my life, yeah I know some people, they would die for me

Neeye vendum yenbaen Uyire en ulagamey. [You're my life, Throughout my days of living. You're enough for me, Oh, my life and my world. You're my love. I'll live coz of you. I only want you, Oh my life and my world.] *****

I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously and asked, "Is she also feeling it?" "Sorry," she said, but I could feel the dark clouds above her head. "I didn't expect you to turn at that moment." I stared hard at her for a while, not really understanding her. Is she this way because she slammed into my chest or because she couldn't get to her boyfriend? I couldn't tell, but something was off with her; she didn't seem to be the same person I came here with. "Where's your sweetheart?" Did he run off with another woman? "Judging from your look, I must be right; you look like a rusted chicken." I said I was laughing, okay, I never meant to taunt her, but guys, you should have seen her expression; she

he murmured in my ear. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and in that moment, I understood it all. The Ossuary Signet, with all its unimaginable wealth, meant nothing compared to Silas' devoted heart. I once thought losing a finger meant losing everything. Only later did I understand it was God's way of freeing me from the wrong person, so I could grasp the right one with both hands.

He didn't get the rest of the words out before I pushed the needle into the middle finger. Another painful cry. "I bet you'll be more amused when you listen to her choice of song," I continued, my voice unhurried while staring down at the finger like it was a mere tool I was working on. Done pushing over half of the needle into the finger, I retrieved my phone from my back pocket, tapped the screen several times and held it up to him as Cinnamon girl by Lana Del Ray started playing.

“This is the choice, boy. Your pack or his life. Walk away from your so-called destiny and he goes free. Stay and try to claim it, he dies.” I felt the weight of those words crash down on me. Was our bond strong enough for him to even consider it. Would he abandon his birthright, the very thing he had been brought into the world for, just to keep me alive. My throat burned as I whispered, barely audible, “Would you really do that for me.”

he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. Before she could react, his hand closed around her arm, pulling her up so their faces were inches apart. His height towered over her. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, while the other traced the wet line of tears down her cheek. “You’re mine,” he said quietly, the words laced with danger. “My property.” Her breath caught. “I’m not property. I deserve to be loved—truly loved—by someone.” His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. Then, a slow smirk. “We both know the truth.”

Ye fitoor mera rehmat teri," (This obsession of mine is your mercy) "Ye fitoor mera maine badla re mera naseeb," (This madness of mine that I changed my luck) "Ye fitoor mera chaahat teri, O parvardigara," (This obsession of mine, is your love, O my lord) While humming this song, he was really feeling every single line of this song. As if it was written for his life. In truth, life has hatched such a conspiracy that first it mixed him with his love and then separated them both for a very long time.

Our journey might not be a perfect one, but it’s ours. My life with Sidd isn’t perfect, but it is the most beautiful experience. When you’re in love, there’s nothing worth not fighting to stay together. We discovered a treasure from our hatred. Now it doesn’t matter how we started, all that matters now is our future. I’m certain it’s going to be bright, more colorful. I pray not to encounter any challenge henceforth. Even if that happens, we will fight it together. I belong to Sidd. We belong to each other. He is mine, I won’t ever let anyone take him away from me.