Broken heart, I waunt Bari Mumma

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AUTHOR'S POV

At Night

(Play: Humnava mere by Jubin Nautiyal).
( It will give you a great experience while reading trust me).

London's streets were shining. The view was mesmerizing.

While he was roaming on a street, secluded of everything

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While he was roaming on a street, secluded of everything.

While he was roaming on a street, secluded of everything

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A bottle of wine in his hand.
No one was there.

"Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction". He said with angry voice and dark expressions.
He then laughed.

"Remember you said, you loved me a little more than your butterscotch icecream, horror movies, dramas, novels and everything you loved the most before me". He threw the bottle on the ground.
It scattered into pieces.

"You don't even know how many sleepless nights I spend in this one year, you fucking don't know anything ". He sat there while lighting  cigarette.

He took out his phone and looked at the wallpaper with a smile

A geniune smile

"You were sleeping just like a baby, I took this photo without your consent

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"You were sleeping just like a baby, I took this photo without your consent. And I was proud of myself for that, I used to just stare at this in office,
Not just my time from 6 pm to 12 midnight was for you but my whole day was only for you".

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