Ilyas
I have never seen Neha cry like this, as if there’s just so much pain stored inside her that is slowly emptying from her heart. I have been watching her for over fifteen minutes, just crying her heart out.
My body hurts. My heart aches. My eyes burn to her so. . . broken.
I crouched in front of her, removed her hands from her face, and just stared at her flushed face. My gaze cut to her hands that were wet with tears. Same with the front of her clothes.
“Why are you crying, princess?” I whispered, my heart slowing down with every second that passes with me looking at this state of my wife. And what hurts even more Is that I caused it. With my stupid temper issues.
Her body was quivering. Her lips were trembling, and now she didn’t bother wiping the tears that were falling o
