September Fragrance, Paperback Book, By: A.R

It is as if the heavens swore in the name of love to create a part of him in my wombs. As if I swore to him that they would be for me like an eternal curse, like a magic talisman, or like an infectious disease that has no cure, like an overdose that makes me addicted, or like a perfume whose poison spread throughout me and numbed my arteries! After all that, can the heart erase the sins that broke the glass of its heartbeat?! Or will the heart be filled with hatred and hatred until his death?!