He put the glass down, his smile faded, and eyes lost their sparkle.
I climbed on the bed to sit beside him. Lifted my hand to touch his face.
He didn't let me.
He didn't let me.
'I'm sorry' I was screaming from the inside. 'I didn't have any other option.' But lips stayed still.
'Did you ask me before taking the decision?' His voice sounded hurt yet stern enough to send a chill through my spine.
I remained silent. And so did he.
I needed a few drinks to confess about it. And it not only had my nerve strong but bit charged up too.
I needed a few drinks to confess about it. And it not only had my nerve strong but bit charged up too.
I locked my fingers around his neck and pulled him close for the last kiss.
He stopped me, let my hands drop.
'Go and sit over there.' It wasn't a request.
He stopped me, let my hands drop.'Go and sit over there.' It wasn't a request.
It had hurt, never before did he refused my touch.
Our moment of passion is something that overpowers all other heats.
I distanced myself to the farthest end of the bed.
Finishing his drink in one gulp, he sat there with his head down.
Seeing him like that, it broke my heart into pieces.
Seeing him like that, it broke my heart into pieces.
What have I done? But what's happened cannot be undone.
After what seemed like an eternity, he called my name offering me his hand.
I swear my heart had skipped a few beats that moment.
When I reached him this time, he wrapped his arms around my waist, those watery eyes fixed on mine.
'Tell me your exact words. I'm sure something can be altered. Neither can you leave me nor can I live without you.'
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