She pulled him with his collars towards herself with all her will instead of just crashing her lips on him she just felt his lips with her's. her weak hands trembled around his collars.Her tears were flowing silently.
He was in the complete state of...
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They both did agreed for the arrival of his brother but both of them dreaded his arrival. They both could sense that he will definitely bring a storm in their life and all the equation which has settled now will be changed again. There was something very unsettling about his arrival.
Although he was tensed about her comfort but there was something a thought which troubled him more.
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A week later
The return of her former lover, now living under the same roof, felt like a cruel twist of fate. She couldn't bear having to face the man who had once betrayed her so deeply. A bitter pill she was forced to swallow. The mere thought of sharing her living space with the man who had once shattered her heart into a million pieces was an unbearable reality.
Living under the same roof with him felt like a relentless assault on her sanity. The wounds from the past were still fresh, and seeing his face every day was a painful reminder of that betrayal. Reminder of how she was abandoned by this same man who now pretended that nothing happened.
Adding to the torment was the secret she held and had hidden within her. The secret that she carried his child, not her husband's child, was a heavy burden she bore in silence. Each day, she wished he would never discover the truth, leaving her unborn child from the complexities of their tangled history and all the pain.
She couldn't help but reflect on the cruel irony of fate. If he (her former lover) , the man she had once seen as her life partner, were her husband now, she would have celebrated her pregnancy with unlimited joy. Instead, her heart was tainted with regret, not for the life growing within her but for the circumstances surrounding it.
It wasn't that she didn't love her unborn child; her heart was filled with unconditional love, and she longed to shield her child from any harm. Yet, as a woman, she couldn't suppress the waves of regret that washed over her. Regret for the life she could have had, the joyous anticipation she could have shared with her partner, now overshadowed by the painful circumstances of her present.
