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His power of reading my mind has increased after we got a lot of time to spend together. That’s after our marriage. We married when we were still studying.
No matter how much you have done, he still wants you. Just you. It’s not like he won’t get anyone else. It is he is in love with you, you guys are perfect with each other.
I looked away to avoid his eyes searching for mine. He caught me red handed. I felt his hands on mine. His touch was so true… it was all real.
As I walked I sensed a different feeling. The one that gave me a chill along my spinal cord. The one that races my adrenaline. I was conscious of someone’s attention behind me.
If it was an imagination, magic, it dint matter. It was extraordinary example of how I was unknowingly longing for my love. The one who was standing right in front of my eyes. The reason I want to fall in love even in my last days…
“Best of luck my lady” I heard a voice. I was on the running track for the 100 meters race. My lady… the words sank in my heart. I saw myself leaning on his shoulders… A happy couple…
I wanted to go and slap that boy on face for creating such a disgustingly popular concept of giving me a love letter not in hands but on the walls and doors of our class.