Chapter 50

Dark onyx eyes stared in oblivion. Infront of him was a vast garden as he sat on the bench, observing the flowers bloomed. Life has changed for him. But the flowers still bloomed the same way as a decade ago. The azaleas and roses were fresh. As fresh as the memories in the back of his mind. That killed him each second. Every moment of his life. Playing with his mind like the eyes of a beautiful women toying with a drunk man's heart. He was sitting in the same garden where it all began. The fire of revenge, love, agony and death erupted from this very place which now looked calm but was the cause of multiple deaths and murderer of not just body but souls, generating lifeless bodies, humans walking yet without their essence-soul. It was ironic. These soft petals, these beautiful flowers could do so much damage. There was a famous saying which was whispered about this place that for a lovers two unite first at this garden would be a bad omen to their love story. He never for once paid mu