It was midnight, dark and raining.
She filled with anger and walking ahead, ...he following her to make sure she was safe home.
With all the wrath, she slapped him... once twice thrice... a hundred time, till his mouth bled and his cheeks were swollen.
Her hand too tired, she stopped.
She looked at him and said "I am sorry, but don't do this to me again".
He stared at her... "No baby, i won't do it again", he murmured.
She hugged him and he held her tight for a while.
All the grudges vanished, she loved him just like she loved him the very first time she started loving him... purely, unbiased. Now she loves him, but every time she thinks of the night, she feels a whip lashing her back; a whip for each slap.
"Relationships are wierd"
2 comments:
Wow .
reminded me of a real life situation .
where did you find these lines , if you have written them Kudos to you .
it is a nice write -up
yes!! they are weird!
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