|Innaya|
How naive of me to think everything was over, my past was going to be past. Alas! Only people changed but the wound was same.
There stood my husband holding another woman in his arms. A woman, I had no idea about, a woman I never met, a woman who admitted him in the hospital, a woman for whom he brought flowers, a woman for whom he drenched in the rain.
He loved another woman. Was that the reason he never took our relation to next level? He still loved her.
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'I'm here to fulfil my promise given to him, his last wish.'
'Life has taught me one lesson, everything should happen according to your will is not compulsory, some things are better left to fate. Sometimes what we feel is the wrong for us, turns out to be the righteous one.'
'You are my responsibility.'
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Eshan had said that. Did he marry me because of that promise only? Was I nothing more than forced responsibility to him?
