As the time passed, he displayed himself as the best man, a man no one could possibly resist, smiling, speaking spellbinding words.
It was his third visit in the week and my discomfort was melting over the time period.
The way he had begun to behave, I.. couldn't stop.
"I don't understand one thing." I sighed.
We were in the lounge, on the couch. I was sitting with my legs crossed and he was on his phone, on the other side of the couch.
"What?"
Whenever he came, everyone left and I felt relieved that no one would be staring viciously at me each time I walked around.
"Why do you want me?" I asked, frowning at him.
"Tell me a reason to not want you?" He chuckled, raising an eyebrow temptingly before going back to his phone.
"I am... Disgraced." I trailed off.
