"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Razlan is a perfectionist, handsome, incredibly wealthy bloke, who works in his father's company as one of the Board of Directors. Every women who bumps into him would do anything to get his attention, some literally did fell head over heels for him, some would even offer themselves to be his secret-girlfriend. Not to forget even middle aged woman too would crave for his love and affection. However, none of them ever have an impact in his heart. Most of his friends thought he was gay for rejecting all the women that's after him, and some might say he is stupid for not accepting 'rezeki' that comes rolling to his feet. Until he met Myra.
Hartaj was standing on the terrace with his hands fisted. It was cold , but he couldn't care about it. The fire in him wasn't letting him see anything else.
"Son, go to your room. It's already late ,she must be waiting for you " his mom requested.
"I can't care less about what she wants!! I have married her just because of dad. But I can't forget who she is!!!!!" he said barely containing his anger.
"Don't forget that she is also your wife now. Don't think about her only as the sister of your enemy "she said softly trying to make him understand.
"No! she wont ever be my wife "he said with finality and went downstairs.
His mom sighed in despair. She knew the impulsiveness of her son.She didn't want him to do anything he would regret later.
Hartaj had married for the peace between the families ,she wanted it to work. She prayed for her son's happiness in this relationship .
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