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was only replied he gave me. End of Flashback Five years back we performed all crucial death rituals as per Hindu (caste) tradition for our mother and… also… also for our father, on this particular day Mike and I….. Completed our revenge on our mother rapist and murdered because of which every year on this day we tend to open a new NGO with name ‘KARMA’ in India , New York and Russia which is specially working for helping to give a new and better living to all Men’s and Women’s who have gone through most horrible and disgusting thing like ‘Rape’ in their past, our NGO name ‘KARMA’ is derived from three super ladies from our life Journey ‘Kalyani And Ratna And Meenakshi’ who are our pride, co

I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre. …And I’m coming back as Deirdre…

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

I nodded. I quickly changed my outfit to something casual and together we walked into the dining area. It was in between dinner that dad told us the project with Anderson was almost successful and he promised a vacation after he concluded the project. The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual to write a detailed apology letter. Starting from how I made a terrible mistake and how my effort at cleaning his cloth was in vain. I asked for forgiveness and told him I could go on my knees if he wanted me to but asked if I could do it in the Janitor's room and not in front of everyone because I could die from disgrace and embarrassment.

"No more being the good guy..." ⁵

My living room is trashed. The beautifully made white couches are now ripped open with its white stuffing scattered all across the ground. The table is shattered with pieces of glass dazzling on the floor like a disco ball, and the paintings made by my mom are slashed from left to right, the bright and colorful images now holding dark secrets. The windows are vandalized with bright red letters sprayed across the once clean glass. It read You don’t listen. It will be you next. Adair remains silent, his back stiffening in response to the words painted on the glass. He quickly glances back over his shoulder to make sure I’m there, but he’s met with an empty spot.

“This will do the trick.” It’s deep cherry red.

he argued. "You did! You did what you could. You admitted your fault to my father. And eventually got rid of the enemy. You accepted what you did wrong and that's what matters. I'm here with you. I promise I'll take away your pain. I promise I'll be your redemption." Lily spoke with determination, answering his previous questions, while still patting him gently.

Logan had been in there with that creepy guy for at least twenty minutes. I couldn’t really hear much because their voices were too low. I did hear that Logan had to go help this Armond guy next week. I don’t know what kind of business Armond does but it doesn’t seem like Logan was thrilled to see him. I know he made me feel uneasy and my gut feeling never lies to me. I was looking out the window when I heard Logan open the door. I turned to look at him and he had that beautiful smile that made me melt.