Novelas y relatos de Oh Tidak Tergambar Hati Yang Terbakar

Her eyes burned with hatred. "I will not spare her"

I spat, slamming my fist on the useless bed. He looked at me, desperately searching for the right words to calm my storm, but there was none that could put out my rage. "Now leave. The next time you return, it better be with good news or, better yet, a way to restore my womb!" I shouted, turning my back to him as I sank back onto the bed. I shut my eyes, my tears now dried up. Sorrow had morphed into anger, and my body trembled with the fire igniting within me.

Someone played with fire and I would assure that they would get burned into ashes. #TBC

" I hate you, "her words were enough cruel to stab his heart .His eyes flickered with a battle of emotions.Intensifying every passing second .He wanted to go and take the tongue out which dare to roll the words which were nothing but banished long back. No one dare to speak against or in front of him .But the person who was there to love him, even dare to roll the word hate indicating it for him .His eyes flickered with a burning fire, the veins popped out by the pressure exceeded, the blood ready to splatter all around .

“It was your heart which was stained black.” “Black…” I smiled emptily, putting my hand over my chest, not looking at her. “You are right. It’s black. That’s why no one could understand the silenced words- not even you.” I said. “Because they are not silenced but rather buried in your heart.” “Then dig it out… please.” I looked at her, sniffling, my voice hoarse. Tears brimmed in my eyes, looking at hers and shining like a crystal. “Behold the fiery fire.” I whispered breathlessly, managing to keep my emotions at bay.

My heart beat furiously, as I struggled to remain calm. “Pest, there's a thin line between hate and passion.” He smirked. I made a face. “You’re right. There's a very thin line between wanting to gut your stomach out, and wanting to rip your tongue out.

Sharon The heat was insufferable. It had come out of nowhere, blasting through the city and melting everything and everyone in its path. It had even reached all the way out to the suburbs, stifling my entire life. As if it wasn’t bad enough with the lock down, now we had to suffer through unbearable heat on top of it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the rest of the summer. I was already covered in sweat. I could feel it trickling down my spine and falling between my butt cheeks.

Things were different now. The anger and hatred seething in my heart were relentless, consuming every corner of my being like a fire that refused to die down. It wasn’t just a fleeting emotion; it was a storm brewing within me, dark and unyielding, pushing aside any remnants of the person I used to be. Each thought of her and what had transpired stoked the flames further, feeding a bitterness that felt as if it had been etched into my very soul. It was an unbearable heaviness, pressing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The hate wasn’t just directed outward—it was a reflection of the betrayal, the humiliation, and the helplessness I had endured.