Dear Husband

Dear Husband

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"Will you marry me?" My world stopped. Vrishank the man of my dreams. Everything I ever wanted. He gives me peace, love, affection, reassurance, and most importantly...a stable life. "I love knowing where you are, even when you don't tell me," Vrishank said with a smile, brushing my hair behind my ear. "It just helps me breathe easier, knowing you're safe... knowing you're mine." Then why is it that I can't stop thinking about him? The one I should have left behind. The one I should've never been with in the first place. Why do I still hear his voice, like it's stitched into the back of my mind? "He doesn't deserve the way you look at him," Zayn once whispered, his voice low and burning. "If you were mine, you'd never have to wonder what real love feels like... you'd taste it every night." How do I erase him from my thoughts? And why does my gut keep twisting, like I'm making a mistake Like someone is silently watching me make it.
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I used to think secrets were like perfume - easy to wear, easy to hide, intoxicating if you chose the right kind. My husband still kisses me goodnight with the same soft smile, never noticing the faint trace of gun oil beneath the scent of jasmine on my skin. He thinks I'm just another bored wife with too much time and too little purpose, but every night, when he drifts to sleep, I slip out of the silk sheets and into a world painted in blood and shadows. The men he calls friends - the ones who toast at our dinner table - don't realize their names are already on my list. And as for the man I shouldn't be loving... well, he's the only one who knows who I really am.

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