#Chapter49

The Crimson on My Hands

She is beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She is beautiful for the way she thought, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loves. For her ability to make other people smile, even if she is sad. No, she isn’t beautiful for something temporary as her looks. She is beautiful, deep down for her soul.

He smiled remembering today’s event.

A goofy smile erupted on his face, which reflected in his tone. Once he explained to Akira about the situation, she couldn’t contain her happiness and started squealing, which was foreign to him. Vikram has never seen...