His lips were sealed, his moist eyes were startled. He neither tried to touch her cold body nor he uttered any word. The crowd in the house couldn't diminish the painful cry of the deceased. She gifted ugliest pain, a shadow next to him would linger wherever he will go. The conflict was love, born out of love, ended with love. Her requests turned into begging gradually. Her protuberant eyes couldn't hold much. A thin flame of ego burnt thousand moments of love nurtured with utmost desire of togetherness. Now a dense layer of despair all around. Everything that stretches will come to climax at one point.


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