Previously Known As: "Imperfect Hearts!"

"Who are you?" She whispered. Fear lacing her every word. The brown eyes that were once filled with love and warmness were now a hollow place of lurking terror, terror that soon was going to engulf every fiber of her delicate form.

Silence. 
The horrifying silence that greeted her already told the truth, which she was desperately trying to ignore. Every answer was there in front of her very eyes and the proof were the papers that now laid on the floor, helplessly looking at the doom they had created.

"Answer me," This time her whisper rose a notch, demanding the truth, which she knew was going to break her into pieces.

Aahil stood there with his back facing her. The once warm blue eyes were now stoic, completely derived of any emotion. His posture was stiff and power radiated off of him in trembling waves, making a shiver to run down Aara's back. There was something unfamiliar about this power, something which she had never felt before, it was absolutely soul shaking and she hated this feeling.

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They say love is a cure for all the broken hearts but this love? It was different, it was born when fate played with the lives of people like a puppet, it was an old love taking place in modern times.
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