#Chapter64
The Ambaram
Even if we decide to give ourselves a chance, the social inequalities will never let us unite. You are a Princess and I am an ex… I am no one. The differences will never let us meet./"
Though his tone was calculative, his entrails were screaming all those protests to make her understand the gravity of the situation. Beautiful flowers only fall on the ground after they lose their value, nutrition, and glory. He wouldn’t want someone to walk over her, ever. Not even him. She was so innocent and pure. She was one of her kind. A dark phoenix hiding behind the mask of a weak and defeated person.
What he failed to notice that his words didn’t deter her determination. She dug her hooks around him harder.
/"You are my stranger, my savior, my dark knight, who held my hand when the world abandoned me. You stood for me. What else would I want? You are mine, Arnold, aren’t you?/"
