After a few hours, Shahmeer opened his eyes and clutched his head. He looked at himself and he was lying comfortably on the bed, his shoes removed, comforter wrapped over him. He placed his feet on the ground and sat like that for a few minutes. 'She left. This time, he wasn't restless, confused and worried about it like he was last time. He was peacefully content. Even though he had messed it up. Dammit how could I pull her and kiss her like that?
The night before he told her that his love is forgiving, patient, trustworthy and strong even though she kept repeating...
That men's love is filled with possession, jealousy, desire, ego, lυst, demands.
And he showed her she was right! How could I just lose myself so badly? What was I thinking? She must be hating me for that.
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