"A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn." - Rumi
Kabir Vincenzo Dante, is the definition of rich, handsome and lethal that is hidden from the world. He existed only for a short period but his sudden departure left many people behind to sorrow. H...
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Since this is the last of TJC's series
Zafar, Akbar, Usman, Awais or Kabir?
Which one will you choose?
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S H E looks at the sun stretching in the sky as she stands on the terrace of their castle. He decided that they will live in the castle he bought after their wedding because she loved it. He did hand over all the security and interiors decision to her. She has been working to make it a home for their future generations.
It's been over a month that she came to the UK. She didn't want to live in Italy, the place that brought her the worse suffering. Here, at least, she found someone who became her life.
She made a deal with the TJC. Now, they were all one. Which is why, they have a party to attend tonight.
He wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on her shoulder, "Why are you awake?"
She shrugged, "I just wanted to see the sun rising".
"You should have told me. I could take you out to see it from somewhere better".
"There is no place better than home". She smiles, as she leans into him, "We have a party to prepare for".
He scoffed, "They can take care of it. I don't want to waste my time on that".
She turns in his hands, looking at his sleepy eyes, "What do you want to spend your time on?"
"You".
She rolls her eyes, "You have been attached to me like some leech. I didn't even meet Jimmy".
He makes a face, "You don't need to meet that idiot".
"Why not?"
"Just because".
"Yeah. That's not a good enough reason". She said, shaking her head, "I do have to go out with the ladies".
"Can't you stay with me instead of going around?" He said sulking
"No. I am going to go take shower".
His eyes lighten up, "Can I join?"
She laughs, "No".
Before she could escape, he pulled her in his arms, looking at her with utter admiration, "There has to be a spell".
"Spell?"
"A spell that bounds me to you".
She prepares for the day as she went out of the room. She finds her husband cooking breakfast for her and Zakirah (his daughter) attached to his feet as she rambles on about something.
