Where Am I Going?
"Because..." Ragib looked at Zoya, who was wearing a white wedding dress. He stretched out his hand, which was holding a gun all year round, and slowly touched her face like touching a drunk treasure. There were tears on her face that were almost invisible. "When I think that you are about to become my wife and that you trust me, I don't think I can lie to you. I don't want to bring this unstable factor to our marriage."
He hoped that their wedding was open- minded, wishful thinking, and sacred!
It was not because of his selfishness and a little concealment!
Instead of letting it become a nightmare that would guide him to wake up in the middle of the night, Ragib felt that he should say it out at this time!
Zoya looked at Ragib with a smile. "I know... Thank you for telling me, Ragib."
"Then you..."
Ragib was about to ask her answer.
"I want to calm down first," Zoya said, "Can I?"
