I was attracted to him because he was different from other men. Much better than the rest. He was a mature man. A man whose dream every woman dreams and whose desire is in every heart.

I was like the rest, who fell in love with this man.

I took pleasure in what he did to me because I had fallen in love with him. Truly. Deeply. And madly.

I was ready to do everything. I was ready to cross every limit till he broke my heart.

I will not blame him. Maybe it was my fault that I had such big dreams. He used to sleep only with me, but I used to dream of living my life with him.

He left me. He broke up with me. But he came back. He came back when I wanted to move on from everything. I wanted to curse him but I could not.

Because once, I loved this man.

It was so fool of me that I fell in love with a rich man because, he never loved me. Never.