her laughter turned to tears.she fell t the floor sobbing..
the extent of her grief cud melt stone.
she dint want to do this.she hated this facade,this drama of pretending t hate him,trying to make him jealous.
she hated him for compelling her to do do all this.
yet she wud die without him
a gust of breeze through the windows rustled the pages of the book in front of her.
a dried rose flew out of its pages.
its petals were strewn in front of her it was the remains of a red rose given by him long long ago.
through a stream of renewed tears,she thought
in ur arms i can still fell the way u want me when u hold me.i can still hear the tender words u whispered to the fading night.i know how much u missed me.....
i can still feel the luv for me in ur heart.
there was a knock on the door.she opened it to find 2 dozen long stemmed red roses with a card that read
......luv you with all my heart.....
NAKUL