It's difficult to predict the future yet we, humans, always try to.
We take our chances and swing them across hoping that they would somehow land us up in something wonderful..something worth of value.
For me it was him.
It was love. it was Carlo Laviosa, the man with a golden heart and variant soul.
"Miss Naina..?" I heard Antonio's voice as I stood leaning against the wall that led towards the balcony just imagining all of this.. this peaceful life.
"I guess you're here to thank me, Isn't it Antonio?" I looked back with a smile and he returned the same.
"I would be lying if I disagreed Miss Naina, but I didn't expect you would..." I immediately interrupted
"Neither did I Antonio but how long? How long am I supposed to pretend and live in a relationship that's nomore. I have
