Your Colours Belong to Me
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"Once I get back, I'm going to talk to my grandfather.. We are going to get married.."
She looked at him in disbelief. Staring into her eyes, he picked up the bags, walked up to her, and said, "You know as well as I do that marriage is just for this society and for an identity, but other than that, that word 'marriage' holds no extra meaning between us.. You became my wife four years ago.." Saying that, he pressed his lips against the lips of the girl who was staring at him with teary eyes.
"Pick up the phone whenever I call.. Otherwise, when I come back, your punishment is going to be really bad.." he warned.
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