Love- A Curse or a Boon
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Last published Fri, Jan 26, 2024
I sighed. I couldn't take it anymore. My husband cheated on me. The guy I loved since my brain ever processed the meaning of love. I looked at him with a questioning gaze "Maaz please for the sake of God tell me this not true!" .
He stared with moist eyes unaware that I ever loved him. How would he , he was fool to never notice. Seeing him made me shred my own tears of anguish unable to bear the sight of the love of my life in tears....The sorrow in his eyes killed me."Sorry" was all I heard from him after which a lone tear escaped his eyes. That's when I knew 'I have had enough'!!!
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