What I see is not always true. What I do is not always wrong. Every step I take is a challenge and the path I walk is war itself. Everything is training and every battle needs practice, to join is to die, and to win is to risk it all. That's how I lived my entire life ... until I met him.
My whole segment of life was jumbled and my ethics distracted, I enjoyed what I did and my work was always my will and the last say was always mine and the winner is who I decide. But after meeting him strangely I felt alive and like my life was his to decide. Not that I was controlled, I never felt the freedom to be so bold, filling up my life in such a way, that when he is with me the game is on its way and I felt the thrill in my way. Our touch was electrified, the more I lost to him the more competitive I became and the more I won the better I got. The game was in my veins but losing was not at all a waste, it wasn't restricted, it was free, and leading a life was never this fulfilling.
I wish I had known it sooner. So I could be by his side when he said, "You are mine", that's when my breathing got heavy and my heartbeat in rhythm, and I was ready to be his. He is mine and I couldn't deny that what is he is all that I need. If he is not there then what's the need for this plot this whole story? 'OUR STORY', which was yet to begin. I still remember the feeling of his eyes on me, those burning gazes and love for me. That's how I felt when I first saw him. I will let him know someday what was in my heart that day.