"You're gonna break up with that boyfriend of yours." He uttered with a deadly calm voice.
"I am not gonna do any such thing." I gritted.
"Don't make me lose my temper." He moved his face closer to mine.
"Or what?" I challenged.
"Or I will slide...
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"She don't really like it but she needs me, yeah She saying she don't really miss me But fuck it, now I'm faded after all things, yeah But I'm into it, I'm into it"
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"I just love gold facials." A smile spreads across my lips as I hear my Mom's relaxing voice.
I am sitting in the luxurious environment of a parlour, the gentle music and soft lighting creating a calming ambience. As the two women work their magic on my nails and facial, The soothing scents of the products fill the air, the relaxing atmosphere helping me to relax.
The beauticians move around me, their hands gliding over my skin with expertise and care. The cool touch of the facial mask against my skin is soothing, while their skilled fingers massage and shape my nails with the utmost dexterity.
As they work, they engage in lighthearted chatter with my mom, the banter adding a touch of familiarity to the experience. I lay back, trying to empty my mind and just enjoy the pampering.
I interrupt the beautician working on my facial, lifting my head up and turning to my mom. My voice is tinged with slight disappointment and sadness as I ask, "Do you really have to go back tomorrow? Can't you stay for one more week?" My eyes hold a plea, hoping she might change her plans and stay a few days longer.
My mom smiles wryly at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "If I stay here for one more day, your dad will leave all his work and come settle here with us," she laughs. Her tone is playful, but there's a hint of seriousness behind her words. She looks at me affectionately as she adds, "You know how he worries when I'm away too long."
My expression turns slightly pouty, my disappointment evident as I retort, "Oh come on, daddy has you all the time." My voice takes on a slight whiny tone, expressing my desire for more time with her. Despite my playful protest, there's a hint of genuine disappointment in my words, reflecting my longing to spend more time with her.
I don't want to stay here, I want to go back to New York and stay with Daddy, Rhea and especially Mom.
My sister Rhea used to stay here with me some months ago but now, Eshaan bro doesn't let her go anywhere. I don't know how she tolerates his possessiveness and overprotective behaviour.
