COFFEE

Coffee, my companion, for years as it soothes my disturbed mind and thoughts. It's like my journals whom I can talk with or who comprehends me without saying anything. I take my cup of coffee and add some chocolate syrup that I usually do when I am riled (although I am on diet my bad mood can be changed or relaxed with this combination only) and sit in the balcony, my favorite place.

COFFEE, is actually a seed, just like me, somebody has sown seeds of love in my life. I have given my hundred percent to nurture the seeds though I have been to grind my self respect to save the love. I have been abandoned after being used.
COFFEE takes me to the days when I got engaged though walking down memory lanes will do you no favors . I never liked coffee and would have never tasted it if HE had not come into my life.
Samaira falls in love with her fiance. Its her first love and the last too. The moment she meets him at her home she feels drawn to the charming man.
But to her dismay, she is not the first love of her fiance.......and not the last love either...
Could she be able to share her life and bed with the man who loves her a lot but she's not the only woman in his life? Would Samaira decide to save her married life as she feels she loves him truly and can't imagine her life without him? Or someone enters her life to make her realize the meaning of true love?