𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
Caught in a tangle of feelings, there's this magnetic pull to him. Can't quite put my finger on what it is. But what bugs me is how much he sways me, tugging at my emotions like puppet strings. Anger, joy - everything seems to orbit him.
I want to be mad at everything he does, how he doesn't bother with our marriage. I could not muster hate, not even when he said he could never love me. Strange, right? Despite the letdowns, my heart doesn't want to hate him.
It's like I'm in a maze of contradictions. He's there, indifferent, ignoring the promises we made. Yet, hatred doesn't show up. His cold words denying love don't spark the anger I expect. Instead, this weird softness takes over, refusing to condemn him for something he can't feel
I cannot hate him, despite all of my hopes being crushed, Despite all the disappointments in my marriage, I cannot bring myself to be that resentful.
Truth is, I could never hate him, no matter how tough things get Regardless of how many times I experience disappointment, I will never despise Viraj. Even loving him was beyond me. Somewhere in those maze-like strands of my own creation,
I was standing somewhere between hate and love.
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After we fought, it got really quiet. Three hours felt so long, like it would never end. The room felt empty without him there. There were so many things we didn't say, and it felt like we needed to understand each other better.
I wanted to talk to him calmly, without him getting angry. We've fought before, but that didn't make it hurt less this time. It was too quiet, but strangely, I missed hearing his loud voice, his warnings, and the sound of him walking around the room packing his stuff.
I knew it was silly to hope he was thinking about me while he was leaving. But I really wanted him to explain things and be here to make our fight feel less bad.
Then there was a knock at the door. The maid came in with a bunch of red roses. It seemed like such a silly way to try and fix things. I had to laugh a little - he still didn't know my favorite flower, but he kept sending roses anyway. Each one was like a little "I'm sorry" without saying it.
