16— Home but not ours!

16— Home but not ours!

In the longest silence that followed, he wanted to tell her a thousand things.

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Beginning with a plea that she could stay. The need to beg, pulsed in his veins. Yet, hoping against hope, he wished she stayed.

— Saumya Tripathi

“If it were on me, I would never come with you.”

“That's a fortunate thing it isn't on you then,” he bent and whispered in my ear. “Otherwise that would have turned out to be such a disappointment. Wouldn't you agree?”

His words were like a dagger piercing through the heart. With a touch of poison rooted into the tone, I inched back.

“Why?” There was a catch in my tone that I wanted him to know what he wanted from me. I would never give him willingly. Not until when I knew I still had a fight left in me. “Why are you torturing me like this?”

He clenched his jaws while levelling with me with an angry frown. Moving closer, he leaned towards me, his hand capturing almost the whole of my already wet face, “Because it's the only