❛ The Dark love of Mafia's ❜
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Secrets which are hidden.
Some secrets are burned and some are buried beneath their feet, some are present and in front of their eyes yet unknown to them.
Some are hiding the truth.
While some w...
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ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀꜱʜᴇʀ?
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Huh?
Why it's so dark here?
I think I died? But I should wear white gown, where is my gown and why is this so dark? Did I by any chance came to the wrong world?
This darkness is scaring me, where is my husband?
Did by any chance I really died?
Wait- where is my hand? And who is squeezing it.
Someone is rubbing my hand, I am not cold.
"Jaan- uth bhi jaayein kitna rulayengi aankhein kholne ke liye?"
Who is crying? Why this broken voice is squeezing my heart, who is this person.
Wait- it's....it's my husband.
I can feel his hand on my fingers, he is playing with my fingers, is he sitting beside me? Does that mean I am alive and not dead? Does that mean he has saved me.
Oh- I am alive.
I am not dead.
It's just that I have closed my eyes.
The happiness of being alive reached its peak, my heart- it's beating.
I curled my toes and I could feel it happen, my hands were warm in his hands.
Slowly i opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was- white ceiling, they should work and make some stars and moons, or else the patient would get bored.
All of a sudden i felt a heavy weight on my hand which was in my husband's grip, the curiosity to see him hit me hard and I tilted my face towards him, just to see my husband with his head bowed down touching my hand, he was sleeping?
Was he really sleeping like this?
In a sitting position, uncomfortably on the chair with his head bowed down on my hand.
