She reads him like he is her favorite novel and he loves her like his life depends on her. She was delicate like rose and he was cruel like thorns. He loves to control every breathe of livings and she loves to free every soul around her. He is the sound of death and she is definition of life. He loves to build kingdoms on dead bodies and she loves to treat the wounds with comfort. He hunted people with desire and she treated people with devotion. She was a doctor and he despised that profession. Her aura was comforting and his.....his aura was deadly as depth of the ocean. He is fire of the hell and she is water of heaven, their purpose and dreams are parallel to each other. She was an innocent soul with fuddle reality and fabricating fantasy. He was sagacious ruler of harsh reality with acquired dreams. Will they be able to find solace or will be entangled in their illusions of misanthropy.