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"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the w...
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Age - 8
Abhimaan's POV
Marseille, France
The door to our trailer creaked open and mom entered inside, with her A soft zephyr of winter swirling over my face as my fingers linger on my book.
I love reading.
Especially the mystery novels.
Mom always buys me these books, once a month from the local book store.
The owner of that book story, Andy, calls me a grump, she says it's because of my mom, but I know that she cannot pronounce my name.
She always secretly gives me some books behind mom's back, I read them carefully and return in a week, making sure there are no torn pages or damage.
I keep rereading the novels mum buys for me three to four times, making sure I did not miss any important details.
I stopped asking for more when mom told me that we can only afford one book in a month.
Mom studies my expression and swiftly sits beside me, ruffling my hair, and she asks sweetly, “Avez-vous mangé ?”
(Did you have your food?)
“Oui.” I nod.
(Yes.)
Mom clears her throat and asks, “Voulez-vous visiter l’Inde ?”
(Do you want to visit India?)
A frown forms on my face at her questions, she has been asking me the same question for months.
I want to stay here. With mama and dad.
“Why can't we stay here, Mom?”
Her eyes feel weak, almost helpless at my question, “I just want you to visit your dad's country.”
“But we are happy here.” I counter back.
Mum stood abruptly, her hand clutching to her necklace, “We are not happy.” She mumbles under her breath as she strides towards her room in a hurry.
Why are we not happy?
Loud footsteps echo in our small trailer and I lift my gaze to see Dad walking towards me, his cheeks sagging, dark circles surrounding his eyes.
A faint smile lifts his lips, and he ruffles my hair, “Hey, champ, Where is your mum?”
Instead of replying to him, I pointed towards their room, Dad slouched in front of me with a worried look framing his countenance, “Hey! Are you fine? Did something happen at school?”
I shook my head, a fear growing strong in my chest, “I don't want to leave you and mama.”
His face lunged in pain, he didn't say anything, not a single word and walked in his room.
