Demyan Point of View
Life is a storm, you cannot control it.
Life is weather, you cannot predict it.
Life is fire, you cannot handle it.
Life is a sea, you cannot swim it.
Life is sky; you cannot see the end of it.
Life is Zinnia, you cannot stop it.
I mean, you cannot stop her.
What kind of material was she made of? What kind of material her brain is of? I doubt if she ever considered for even a moment in her life that not all assumptions are true.
And now I have to take care of this accident prone for lifelong.
But wait what is... what if I ask for a...
"You know what Mr. Monky Husband, our marriage special one. Ask me how?" Special one? Is it because I had to marry you or is it because you did something again.
I started unhooking the buttons of her night dress. I
