Rityshah

Life is given for free but happiness comes with a cost that many can't afford to pay.

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Even with the dark grey clouds that hovered over the vast sky and the dim light provided by the fire torch that was on the verge of being blown off by the wind, he could still see the glimmer in her eyes. The very same glimmer that appeared in those brown eyes everytime she was happy and for some reason, tonight he was unable to resist hir urges to steal a part of her.

She was still standing by the door waiting for him to leave but he had not taken more than three steps before he halted and turned. His features were darker in contrast to the white shirt that he wore and the look on his face was a predatory one.

Instead of getting scared, she watched him take the three stairs that led to her room's door and he was a few inches away from her, he finally spoke up.

"If there is one thing that I hate, it's having regrets and I know that I will regret if I do not do this."
 A part of her was confused by his words and another part felt like she knew what he meant by those words. Before she even had a chance to contemplate on what he had just said, he leaned closer, curled his index finger on her pointed chin and tilted her in an angle such that she could feel his cold breath on her face that caused a shiver to run down her spine.

Like she had been hypnotized, all she could do was to stare in those obsidian eyes that had held her captive. "This is a mistake that I want to commit again and again." His breath fanned on her face and goosebumps formed on her skin. Not because of the wind, but because of the effect he had on her.
 If it was some time before, she would have probably pushed him away or maybe escaped but as time had passed by, her feelings towards him had changed...

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"Yes. Which is why you should leave." Came her response. One of his hand was playing with her hair as he continued to admire her. She was resisting yet she was falling.

"For someone who claims to be good, you are quite heartless. I was expecting to get comfort from you after pouring out my heart to you but this is what I get?" He stated while feigning disappointment. The hand that was playing with her hair came to settle back on his side. Just like many other times when she could not keep up with his gaze, she looked the other way.

"You don't look like someone who needs comfort." Richard could not agree less to her words. Comfort was for the weak and he was not that. She had said that because she knew that her words might get twisted and in the end, something would happen between them.

"How does a person who needs comfort look like?"

"I don't know." At her reply, she brought the blanket up so that it could cover her whole body apart from her head.

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