My Romantic Thriller Love Story

Started a rainy thursday. I remember the clouds have reflected what I felt - heavy, wild, uncertain. My life was a late cake loss, a wander of memories and a heart that is very burned to believe again.After it entered.many. The womanwith the throne in the eyes and a storm in his heart. It wasn't just beautiful - it was dangerous, the dangerous guy that makes you forget your name, but remember your feelings. I met you in the bookcase I worked Part-mime, located between pockets and dusty poems who know more about me than I have never said.asked a pairs of "average high", and laughed. "Classic class", I said.she smiles. "Little Like Love, Right?"was the moment he started. Not with focus or music, but with this sentence, wrapped in mystery and a little pain.for the weeks turned. Sometimes for a book, sometimes for coffee, sometimes right they converse Never told a lot of his life. There was given - Bruzy pages in his past, a man was running and a secret that held him to be at night.but I did not request. I just heard. Was all you needed.to one night, I found waiting in front of my apartment. Sailed in the rain, the eyes extended with the panic."I found me," I whispered.and so here, my life has become thriller for whom I have not registered.Corse.Cities in the city, trained to train, as chatters from one of these criminal romances that has loved .. I don't know what's more scared - caught or loved again. She did not tell me but I saw the way she holds hands when she thought it was asleep.I should let go. But I was already very deep.Love, True Love, it's not sweet. Is wild. Logic tears and burns the rules. And with him, I didn't live alone - it was alive.the truth has broke a night in Delhi.Aspective in an invite house near the old city, be with lights and stories l ocean the walls.

Finally told me.its ex, Raheel, is not an ordinary man. Was a powerful fixer People - a man who knew how to spell trouble. Including women who have stopped hearing. When he tried to let him go, she turned his life in a correction match."I never give any importance", he said. "I just had a safe place for a while. But then ... ""But you are also important," I said.She looked like me as if he had never been done before.but love doesn't stop bullets. And thrillers always reach a peak.Rasheel found us.was supposed to be a quiet night. We planned to leave the country, start again in Sri Lanka. I have had the tickets in the jacket of the jacket.has passed the shot.freeze. I knew, before you open the door. The way the world is very silence? Was the murmur of fear.arrived with two men, fruit soundedly, the fluent arrangement of each time tera."I told you, healthy. You are for me.she has set it in front of me."No. More."has laughed. But he had changed. I was no longer afraid. And I don't.the war was dirty. Blood over the walls, broken glass, cry. But we fought as people who had nothing to lose.and in a manner, survived.The policeman is come, lastly, too late as if they still be in real stories. Race and Hoq - Mezi. His empire has flungs shortly, And whispers said he would never have seen the outside.we were free.but freedom not felt like artificiots. Was like a silence. How do you expect something to go wrong as it is over.a year after, we live from the sea.a quiet costly city, where no one knows us and no one cares. Work in a small art gallery, again. I am writing now - Thrillers, of course. Stories inspired by us, but not our story. Because our is also Wild, very raw.Very true.Every morning, has the Cardamoma Tea, as I love you. We are at the veranda, bare feet and the hair put, watching the wave. There is no more hidden places. There is no more fear.love only.love that has passed hell. The love that killed and survive. The kind of love on which you do not write in fairy contains.but perhaps should.Because, my life was no romance or thriller.were both.is it was every time it is every core.meeting