"Just tell me you love me, man." He said.
I thought about and after what he said, my love for him died. There was no love. He wasn't the same man I fell in love with. He was different. He changed and I didn't love this new guy in front of me.
"I can't." I said.
He looked at me, tears in his eyes. "Don't do this, man. You love me, baybeh. I know you do."
I bit my lip, trying hard not to cry in front of him. "August," I gulped, cursing myself because the tears I said I wouldn't shed, were shedding. "I don't love you anymore. I don't."
"You should have told me before that you weren't interested in me" I yelled at my so called husband Samad. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
"Jawariyah please try to understand" Samad said but this time I won't.
"From two years only I am trying to understand..... Only I am the one who's compromising... Why not you?" I questioned him. I know I was the one who was being harsh this time but that's enough.
"Jawariyah.. You are not the only one who's compromising..." He yelled as his jaws clinched and he pulled me closer.. Closer to his body.. His chest... His heart..
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They both are married to each other but are totally diff:
She's sweet, kind, beautiful, caring and afraid.. Afraid of anger afraid of loneliness... Scared of darkness... and most importantly she's weak! She can't stand up fo herself.
He's arrogant, rude, angry, bitter, a psychopathic lover... He's all what she hated.. He's rich.. He's handsome..
If you're looking for sweet romance this is not it.
Mistakes.. Misunderstandings.. Miseries.. All these three words would shatter their life.. Their love.