His love was one of a kind ! Inescapable ! As enticing as the winter’s sun, yet dangerous as firestorm. He could make it look as divine as a prayer, yet as tempting as a sin. She might have fallen in love but alas, she didn’t ! She only fell in love with the idea of being in love. He spent years to break free, the weird dungeon of her mind where she used to keep him detained, far away from her heart. She had a disregard for the truth and she amended that by endorsing her illusions. What else could’ve she done? His mask, after all, was the only possible thing for her to love back. The barricades of doubts gradually turned into the rude guardians, to protect nothing but a dull and empty carcass, her heart ! But to him, it was like the Eden to be conquered at any cost and that’s how his love fell prey to her desolate heart. When she finally set him free, she thought of him celebrating his win….. if only he knew that he was a prisoner !