Prologue:
Guilt: A strong Emotion totally dependent on your realization. And Love is the emotion which is beyond any limits and again dependent on your realization and unexpected. Can these two survive each other together?
They say love is something...
Part of growing up is moving on and leaving something behind which can only offer pain. You don't pass it. You just get used to it over the time.
A quinquennial later.
A warm feeling of sun entering the atmosphere that day made him to smile widely.
He stretched his hands sitting on his bed with his eyes still closed.
"Zorro" he heard a squeal and opened his eyes immediately and the smile on his face disappeared.
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"Oh shit" he glanced the clock and pushed the quilt aside and ran to the washroom and walked out after freshening himself.
"Zorro" he heard the voice again when he was setting his hair looking at the mirror. He increased his speed and ran out of the room.
"Zorro" he heard the voice again and ran with more quick steps. Finally left a breath when he reached the door of that particular room. He pushed the door and looked at her and smiled widely looking at her.
She was sitting with her closed eyes still. She felt his presence and her smile widened.
She opened her eyes and looked at him with the same wide smile and twinkle shining at the corner of her eyes.
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She chuckled cutely. "Phew" he left a breath to relax himself.
"Zorro you are late" she crossed her arms pouting cutely. "Sorry Phoo Bear" he walked to her apologizing holding his ears. She just twisted her lips not meeting his eyes.
"Ohho my Phoo Bear is angry. What shall I do now? " he sat in front of her and placed his hand under his chin.
He smirked and neared her and started tickling. She started laughing and the whole house was filled with her laughter.
