'Tum bahut acchi ho. acchi angel ho, sabse acchi angel!'
'I am a bad Angel very bad angel "Dark Angel"'
'Nahi tum angel nahi ho, angel bahut acchi hai tum bahut buri ho'
'You are mine babyboy, only mine'
'Nahi mai kisi ka nahi hu, chodho mujhe'
'I h...
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'Eye Contact'
Sumedh's POV
I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her. She was sleeping while her arms were wrapped around me. I just looked at her. I noticed her eyes. Something was different as if she cried.
I feel bad. She probably cried cause of me. It's all my fault. My eyes became moist at the thought. I saw her moving slightly. I hurriedly wiped my eyes. She woke up and yawned.
Mal: Good morning baby.
I didn't said anything. She removed her arms from me. I went to cupboard and took my clothes out. I chose my clothes yesterday only. I didn't want to look at her, didn't want to see the hope in her eyes or the apology etched on her face. I wasn't ready to forgive. I wasn't ready to forget.
I went in bathroom. I got freshened and bathed. I wore my cloths and combed my hairs. I went out and wore my shoes. I looked at myself in mirror.
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She was not here, probably in the closest. I went downstairs. I reached the dining hall and poured myself a glass of water, my hands shaking slightly. I took a sip, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.
I stood there for a moment, my eyes fixed on the garden outside, my mind fixed on the turmoil within. I went in kitchen ignoring all my thoughts. I greeted Kishor kaka.
Kis: Sumedh aaj tum bahut acche lag rahe ho.
I smiled at him. I know he is lying. I can't look good.
