He: If Loving is an art, I want you to be my Picasso Myra.
Myra: No, you don't meant it. Tell me everything is a lie. You cannot love me. How can you say this to me when you love someone else ?
He: How do I prove it you Myra ?
Myra: Please don't this to me. Stop playing this love game. I tired of it.
He held her hand and placed her palm against his chest. Closing his eyes, he sighed and gave a gentle squeeze to her palm.
He: I love you Myra. It has been always you then, only you now and it will always be you forever. I will never be tired of loving you cause my life is meant only to love you even from the age when I didn't know what is to fall in love. Yet here I m before you confessing my love after years of being hidden deep in my heart Myra. I love you with every bone, fibre and cells in my body. I love you to the moon and back. I love you to the eternity Myra.
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"The Course of true love never did run smooth " - William Shakespeare.
Join Myra in her journey to unfold the love, passion, pain, betrayal and joy, fate has planned for her.
Hello ashaangians.. it's my 1st story.. I've read many stories so just thought to give a try..
this story based on real life ashaangi and with little more imagination..
as i searched for real based ashaangi story, i started to write my own..
Hope you will enjoy by reading this...