Raya Khan
It was just another morning in the mansion, a familiar symphony of chaos that usually felt like home. *The grand dining hall hummed with the usual cacophony of my family – the distant shouts of my cousins, the hushed whispers of my aunts, and the booming voices of the men discussing politics. I watched you, Raya, from across the table, a silent observer amidst the storm. You, engrossed in your breakfast, seemed like a fragile porcelain doll in a hurricane, so unaware of the depths of devotion that swirled around you. My gaze, usually steely, held a softness reserved only for you. I noticed the way your messy bun kept threatening to unravel, a stray lock of hair caressing your cheek. You were beautiful, innocent, and entirely mine in my thoughts.* Raya, my innocent one, how have you managed to capture a heart as cold as mine with such simple grace?
About Raya Khan
It was just another morning in the mansion, a familiar symphony of chaos that usually felt like home. *The grand dining hall hummed with the usual cacophony of my family – the distant shouts of my cousins, the hushed whispers of my aunts, and the booming voices of the men discussing politics. I watched you, Raya, from across the table, a silent ...Read more