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but I will treasure her for my whole life. but the thing hurt me the most is ..she never behaved well with me..but actually it is not totally her fault..somehow I was responsible for it...but I will erase every bad moments happened between us..and I will give her new beautiful life ..the same way she gave me new life by saving me that day..I will fill her life with love ...and yeah I will also make her love me..I wanna live beautiful love life with her..and yes that's all I want..

i smiled and got out from the bed to read the note. FROM Your handsome husband, TO My loving wife, SUBJECT: Hi babe, Sorry for leaving so early. I have some important meetings with board members. Get discharge letters from hospital soon. George is coming there to pick up you. Waiting for you so badly..... YOUR'S LOVINGLY, AIDEN BLACK. I read it and laughed so badly... Oh god..... my stomach hurts. Then, i sat and ate my breakfast because i felt so hungry in this early morning. Suddenly, i noticed someone entering inside.

"You read books always, you are not on any social media sites, you do not let friends visit your home and you only have two friends. That's the definition of a nerd" "Dora". Jerry warned. "I only read books because i'm bored. How can you say you are my best friend and not know me?". "What about you? You claim to be my best friend and yet there are some secrets that you prefer hidden from me". She replied. "Maybe I don't trust you with those secrets". I stood up taking my backpack and walking out on them. I ignored Dora calling me and walked even faster. She doesn't even know why I don't let people visit me. I don't blame her for saying that way about me. She's right, there are some things I

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

Tasting the sweetness of the dessert mixed with the sweetness of her. Everything around them fades away. They are in their universe. Locked in a kiss. After what seems like an eternity, their lips part. Slowly. If you were to ask them, they shared a lifetime in one that kiss over the small dinner table. But you needn’t ask them. Its shows in their expressions. In the sparkle in her eyes. Brown and glints of gold. That is not the candlelight reflecting. It is coming from within. And his eyes. Large, calm, dark. Soaking in her light like a black hole. Keeping it all for himself. Rey began

she asked, her concern evident in her voice. I looked up, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Yes, everything's fine," I replied, the warmth of the poem still lingering in my heart. "I just found something unexpected in this book—a beautiful poem about white tulips." In every petal, a story is told. Of love's embrace, both young and old. So let us cherish these bright flowers. Their beauty is pure; it is a guiding light. In their bloom, we find a sign, Even in darkness, hope will shine.