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My love for her has always been silent. She's unaware of my feelings for her beautiful soul and how I want to make her mine. The bitter reality is that she's in love with another man and that stings me the most. A man should be happy to see her bride in beautiful red wedding attire but i am nervous... I am nervous to see her hollow eyes.. I am nervous to see her robotic steps.. I am nervous to see her face full of makeup but missing smile.. I am nervous to see her so soul less.. I am nervous to see her hatred towards me.. I am nervous to make eye contact with her.. I am nervous that I am jeopardizing my friendship with her...and my this step I don't know where it will lead us.. But I know I have to do this... Few words from the story! "What now Vedant? Are you going to display me as your prized possession or show me as a wife because no one ever loved you neither you were able to find love for yourself? Did you envy that much of us? You were unable to see someone in love so you simply demolished it. I made a fool of myself considering you my best friend and hoping you know me better." she burst out in anger. I can see a lot of hate and anger in her eyes for me. I just can't look into it. So, I simply lowered my vision like a criminal who just confessed and is ready to hear the punishment decided by the judge. Yes, A criminal waiting for punishment, or I can say her criminal. Her umber brown hold only one question that hits me with a pang of guilt, on so many different levels. "Why are you doing this to me?" And like a coward I am and as a habit of mine, I just avert my eyes from her. I don't dare to hold eye contact with her, for more than a few seconds. I realize, that I never had the guts to do so. Meet Vedant and Trisha....two old friends getting into something new...
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