Furore

47| The Letter.

posted the first look of my new story so do check it out asap if you haven't.

thank you for all the love on Furore so far💛, i hope this makes things more clearer and you like it. one chapter and epilogue to go. i hope i publish and finish it off before my mood gets ruined lol!! dont want you all to wait like how you do for love again.

46| The Letter.

I never thought you would be such an important part of my life when I first met you, I never thought God would make us inseparable, that you would be there living with me all the time perhaps without even being in the same city but life has always been like this, unimaginable.

I know this letter would make you feel strange in your chest but trust me, it makes me feel stranger, more restless because as I write I remember how I knew you as my sister-in-law's best friend, how I respected you for what you were but then how crazily our lives got intertwined that I couldn't help but hate you from the core of my heart, how I couldn't help but curse you from the depth but how today, I see you with hopes, a tinge of guilt, a tinge of loathing but a lot of hopes. I know it's complicated, I know you won't understand but it is what it is, you make me hopeful as I die even when you devastated me when I was alive.

I'm not writing this to make you feel remorseful, to make you feel bad because I know you had your own story, because I know you had your own sufferings but I really want you to listen to me, to give me a place in your life as I see the clock tick and tell me it's soon going to be over.

That day is as vivid in my eyes as if it just happened yesterday when Arsalan came to me pouring his heart out for you. I couldn't believe him a bit then, it felt so unreal that for a day I thought it was a nightmare and I would wake up soon but I was wrong. He wanted to divorce me, he said he loved you more than his own life, he said he wanted to marry you, he told me he couldn't live without you.

I couldn't accept it. How could I when for years he didn't make me feel we were incomplete, how could I when he did his duty so good, how could I when he cared for me like no one did? I thought it was you and your trap that was driving him astray, I thought he was only infatuated by you, your beauty, your charm, your intellect, your bravery but little did I know I was going to be proved wrong.

I demanded, I lied, I fought for him even if that meant immoral and unfair ways, I did all I could to win him over again and I did win him but only to realise I failed.