After the trekking trip. I got back home. And everything was just as fine as it was before. Infact, now it felt like, as the days are passing by I feel more and more attracted towards him.
I feel like there is something between us. But i cannot actually name what it is.
Our relationship is different. And i never felt something like this for other guy. Not even my ex-boyfriends.
Anyways, so I started calling my friends home for dinner. He called his friends for dinner. His friends are really nice. We now have a mini group of friends.
We even drank sometimes, that he brought. I actually started to live now.
My parents' greatest gift to me wasn't giving birth to me, their greatest gift was marrying me off to a stranger.
One night my husband and I were drinking at our house, with some of his friends and their wives.
Soon they left. So me and him just sat there. He then asked me what I want to become.
I barely whispered,"I want to become a writer"
The expression on his face was priceless, something I will never forget. I have never seen him this happier and I bet there were tears in his eyes.
I would have never thought, but he had always wanted to become a writer too.
"Got too busy. Will you do that for the both of us?" He asked me with a smile filled with sadness and joy.
I could only manage to nod.
That night I cried like never before. I covered my face with the pillow tightly to protect the sound.
I didn't know why i was crying so hard but i wanted to scream.
I saw a black shadow near my door.
He was standing there, watching me.I stood up and went to him.
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