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THE WORDLESS PARAMOUR - PART 2

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He woke up with a  nightmare. She was fast asleep. He gazed at her – she had a tranquil look in sleep. He moved forward , remembered something and took her palm in his hands. Softly , so as not to awaken her, he traced  his name  on her palm with his fingers. A cherubic smile spread across her face.  That set him thinking. Why hadn’t he known it much before ?  She had to be the one.

Nothing  could happen , he believed. He was already engaged. To someone else. She wasn’t the woman who could break a home. Then how on earth  are they together ?  He wondered.  He fell in love with her. Unbelievably. When ? Was it when she stood on the sands and said “ I do not believe in soul mates ”  ? Or was it when  he had spoken his mind  to her ?  Told her that she deserved better people in her life.  Or was it at that precise moment when they discovered that their mothers were best friends ever ?  Or was it when they realized they had met before –  in infancy ?

Maybe it was none of it. Or maybe it was all of it. He realized  that he had been chasing ambitions till then. The perfect girl , the perfect  career , the perfect  house – was all great but  something was amiss. He  came back to her. Abandoning every trophy he had.

She had a choice too – of leaving or taking him. He had nothing to offer her except himself. They could never be “perfect” together. Perfection had bored both of them.

She was with him, not because he loved her ; but because she loved him.

Comments

when we flirt with the fine line between true love and our happiness, this is bound to happen.
really, dont have words to praise your writing!!
You are awesome
☆ Rià ღ said…
Loved it to the core!! Very well written.
Anwesa said…
@redemption.....,

Thanks :)

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