Girik - A raging storm
Her life was neither a bed of flowers and thorns. It’s simple with supportive parents and a loving family, encouraging her to chase her dreams until a Girik named Storm destroyed every already set plan, she had thought will go smoothly if she’ll work hard on it to make them true. It started with nothing before obsession found its way in to make things messier that was already unbearably frustrating for her. It was supposed to be simple with her dying as he planned for her, but she rose against him, questioning his authority. She stood with straight spine, head high in the judgment hall, full of men, with her unshakeable aura, making him amazed with her courage. “How can you punish me to save same dignity for which you all killing and dying” her voice was sharp and, in her eyes, there was blaze instead of fear or submission which he was habitual of seeing in girls’ eyes that tempted him. “Girls shouldn’t be loud and defiant, they……” she cut the cooment off harshly “And they should wait for someone to help them to save them, like a perfect girl according to you.” “Sorry to your sick fantasy, my father raised me strong enough to break the bones of anyone who dares to think of owning me without my consent” Her words ignited a strong urge to bring her to his feet. He fucking closed every way for her, pressuring her into submission but she didn’t surrender, she fought fearlessly, making it more sinister as vicious fantasy was growing in his wicked head. He wanted to tame her first but things shifted uglier when this unknowingly turned into obsession of owning her. Now he didn’t just want her submission but he wanted her, for which he could go to any extant. He didn’t use sweet words or proposal; he just claimed her despite how furiously she opposed but he’s not a man to be dismissed when with just a flick of his finger he could burn her world into ashes. “I didn’t give a fuck about you” a psychotic glint flickered in his eyes as he declared “You are mine to own, My Blaze, no one can change this, not even you, and whoever comes between us only death can do mercy to them.” It’s a deadly obsession making her life into hell but she chose to fight, starting a dangerous game. This was the story of Vamika and Girik, full of obsession and fire.
