FORTY-ONE

AYRA’S POV:

I have touched him plenty of times but each time my heart beat fast than before making my nerves to jump one an other. I had only applied paste on his one cheek as his other cheeks was left but since I had a heart that lives inside of me but thinks of everybody else except me didn’t let me stop him but it urged me to say something different. I knew there was one part of my brain that loved to handle my heart as it is always the brain. Heart just abide by the rules and regulations the brain had published in that one policy room of it. I think that policy room comes within you when you are born like genes you are bestowed with. The heart is bound to these regulations or the allegations would be excruciating.

Only few people had the audacity to violate these rules and they were famous as traitors as they get the personality of an outcast who refused to survive in the world full of manipulators and people with different masks covering their real faces. Deep inside majority