Singha

meone was there. I tried to see in the dark but it was just a shadow. Not Just a sha

was getting scared. My heart was racing as that shadow

t breathe

omeone pushed me hard against the wall. When that person touched my face and tried to lock the door behind me. I was able to smel

e but still, I was so stunned and shocked. I was about to cry when he placed his hand on my mouth and I

o strange. He was still putting his hand on my mouth and his other han

I must be dreaming. How come he be back that too when I was about to get married??

It was actually time to hold my hand

ere. But part of me was somehow happy. I was waiting for him to come back. To prove everyone wron

's of no use. If my Dad would see him he is going to shoot him. He c

him nothing else. And after thinking abou

le he got a bit closer. I smelled him. I felt like it was a dream. I placed my head

I couldn’t control them. I don’t know for how long I stayed like that. He didn’t move. Not even a bit. I

dare to. He always does that. Even when he was hurt he didn’t ask me to move away from him. I staye

at feeling and that essence of being around him. I could never ever forget that. He was silent and wasn't saying

o move on. He made my life hell and was again back for doing the same to me. He was silent and I wanted him to talk but h

though I believed that I hated him but deep down at that moment

id he leave me before our we

y. And I was released from the cage all of a sudden

idn't stop. I was soaking in rainwater and was looking around. But the

still after these years he was making me numb. He was making me helpless. He was making me Miserable and I couldn't help mys