"Love is a game , never to be played , as the risk is too high and losses too great . "
~Hrida Kadam
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"If you're my ultimate end game , no price is too high , no loss too great "
~Aarav Holkar
A diary full of secrets and letters of love , known to one unknown to all .
She is full of misery ,
He is full of love ,
She felt she didn't deserve love ,
He specially curated it just for her .
One in million was love ,
And God gifted it to her .
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"I can't live with a woman like her Aryan ! She loves no one ,her world revolves around herself .Her eyes lack warmth ,love and peace, all I can see is hollowness . I can't spend my life with a living corpse !.I tried my best , I cant anymore "
I said as my heart beat kept raising and my ears had turned red with anger , I wish I could've never married her . I lit up a ciggarate , and looked at the reflection in the window . She stood there , like a living corpse , but this time her eyes didn't have hollowness , it was a mix of emotions , hurt ? love? betrayal? , I couldn't really decipher , as always she looked everywhere else other than my eyes .
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How could I ever look into the eyes that have always held love for me . He was the warmth I always needed during the cold nights , the shelter I needed during thunderstorms, a shoulder to lean on when I felt stranded . I could never look into his eyes ,as I had nothing to give in return of his love .
All this while I believed,I was the one with bad fate , but it was Aarav's !
It was his bad fate that he had me as his wife.
I tried to look everywhere instead of meeting his gaze , and before the clouds of tears could burst , I smiled at him and walked towards my roomAll Rights Reserved