Novel & Cerita Semua Salah

Is qisse ka galat koyi anjaam nahi aane dunga Logon ke taano mein tera naam nahi aane dunga Saza milegi usko Jo galat hai Is galati ka tujh par koyi ilzaam nahi aane dunga" (I will not let this thing's result go wrong I will not let your name come in people's taunts, Whoever is wrong will be punished I will not let everyone blame you for this mistake) - I thought, I won't tolerate anyone saying bad about her. She is my pride, she is my love. I can't hear anything against her.

He said making me scoff. "Mari bhul hu paidi. Mari bhul mane laigu. Mari bhul hu office gai. Mari bhul hu keva nu bhuli gai. Mari bhul ke mane dukhe. Badhi mari bhul bas khush." I said glaring at him as he shook his head. ( My mistake that I fell down. My mistake that I got hurt. My mistake that I went to office. My mistake that I forgot to tell you. My mistake that I'm in pain. Everything is my mistake- now happy. )

A sound of satisfaction comes out from my mouth surely because of the hot and bitter taste the whisky reacts in my throat. " So how was your safari?" Asked willy " Well good," I answered while taking another glass of whisky. " Congratulations to your mother bro," Willy tells me. I frown and drink at once my glass before replying to him with anger. " Don't congratulate me, all this is just a mess." I said " can you imagine. I didn't know my perfect mother would get married?" I said while hanging powerfully the glass in my hand no matter if it breaks and wounds me.

He shook his head and looked into her eyes, leaned a little closer, and pressed his forehead to hers, and sighing he said: “Oh, Diana! If you hadn't run away from me that night. If you had stayed… You would know that you are in this trouble because of me”. “Because of you? Why do you say that? As you just said, you're not alone in this,” Diana frowned in confusion. Ian sighed and confessed: “It's my fault. Because by some divine chance. That night, the condom I used, broke” “And what are you telling me so far?” she asked, shouting, getting up suddenly and walking away from him.

“Everett, I am sorry.” I don’t respond to him. I shake my head once more in disappointment. I grab my cell and wallet, walking out. I hear him call after me, but ignore him. It fucking hurt all the things he said to me. A part of me can understand what he said, but that doesn’t make it right. He isn’t even willing to hear me out or give me a chance. I didn’t expect him to be happy about it or accept it, but he went a step too far. I stroll into the closest bar and order a double scotch. I take my cell out to text Aubrey. She will be waiting to hear from me. It will be too late to call her, so I will text tonight and call her tomorrow.

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

All based on my wild imagination☺️☺️☺️☺️. Correct if something goes wrong🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.

She thrust the phone toward me, and as I reluctantly brought it to my ear, a male voice immediately filled the line. "Spencer, I'm so sorry! It was my mistake—I was rushing to deliver clothes to Ms. Little and accidentally switched your medication. I know you're upset, but Ms. Little said she can't manage without me, and the company needs me too. So, I hope you'll let this go for her sake." The apology dripped with insincerity, and his smug, self-satisfied tone made my skin crawl. Three rounds of dialysis, two brushes with death—and all I got was this nauseating excuse of an apology.

“I don’t know-” “No,” he said, and pulled his hands from mine, folding them in his lap. “I’m the one who is sorry. I thought…I shouldn’t have mated with you. I made a mistake.” “What?” I asked, feeling my heart shatter. “I thought you could handle it…me, but…you are just like everyone else.” He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “It’s done now, I can’t take it back.” “I didn’t mean what I said.”

"Exactly." Sia laughed. "Oh my God." "What?" Marilyn demanded. "He likes you." Marilyn nearly choked on her drink. "No." "Yes." "No." "Absolutely yes." Marilyn rolled her eyes. "You two are insane." Naomi leaned back in her chair. "Men are simple creatures." "That's not true." "It absolutely is." She took another sip of her drink. "A man doesn't follow a woman around a gala because he's worried about company productivity."