I still remember the day I saw her. She had big dark eyes, natural red lips, and voluminous long hair that was flowing like a fountain. She was beautiful. Who could have guessed that she was 250 years old already? My brothers and cousins were gawking at her. I couldn’t help myself from falling for her, and I instantly said yes to the marriage.
I loved her dearly; her every wish was my command.
I would have been alive only if I had known on the 15th day of our wedding she would sacrifice me to the demons to retain her youth and immortal life.
This blog post is part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla.