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Love.
It's a strange thing.
Zoya wants to hate Asad. She wants to forget about him.
And yet.
The minute she hears his name. It's not the salient, thinking part of her but the innate, instinctive part of her that jumps up and rushes to catch a glimpse of him. That's love.
And Asad. Oh my poor, poor Asad.
Can anyone hate him more than he hates himself?
Self destructive. Self loathing. He'd do anything to have her smile again. That's love.
~RC
Anupamaa
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