Hi guys ... this time I came with an os ... this is my first os ... the idea came after hearing the lyrics of one of the Indonesian songs ... I wrote it for three days ... I hope it's worth reading ... sorry for any gramatical error... happy reading 😊😊
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Tonight he came home late again. His clothes were covered in blood and his face was tired full of anger. He saw me at a glance, I found his desire to approach me, but he didn't do it. I waited and waited, but he turned his gaze away from me and walked past me just like that. I reached for his hand, made him turn around. I could see there was sadness in his eyes.
"Stop do this, Sanskar. Enough," I said in low tone.
His jaw hardened. He released my grip with his other hand. His eyes gleamed with anger.
"There's not enough. Two more. Two more, Swara," he said coldly before finally leaving. Leaved me with my tears.
Do you still love me, Sanskar?
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Loving him is never easy. Don't imagine we met, knew each other, then fell in love. Don't also imagine that we are friends who finally fall in love. We are far from such romantic stories.
In fact, I was his target. The only target that he didn't succeed in doing. Yes, in fact our romantic story is more dramatic. An assasin who falls in love with his target, and a target who falls in love with her killer. Everything flows just like that. He froze when he pointed his gun at me, and I was fascinated by his deep and cold eyes.
Loving him is never easy. It wasn't him who kidnapped me afterwards, but it was me who forced him to take me away from my parents. I still remember clearly his flat expression turned into doubt when he heard me say, "Take me from here!"
Well, I'm the only child of Shekar Gadodia, a business tycoon who is respected by many people. My parents were too busy building their business empires until they forgot me. And this man, was assigned to kill me by one of my father's enemies.
Loving him is never easy. I leave everything I have for this man. I'm out of my comfort zone to live with him. Moving houses repeatedly to avoids danger. Left for days because of his mission. A big fight because he saw me talking to another man. Seeing him came home in conditions that are far from fine. Several times he came home in a dying condition, making me cry while treating him.
But I didn't have the guts to ask him to stop. This is his life. And I myself plunged my life into it. I have never regretted it. Even though I was filled with anxiety every night waiting for his return. Even though I was filled with worries that almost drove me crazy every time I saw his bruises and wounds.
"I love you, Swara. I won't think twice about sacrificing my life for you," he said at the time.
He respects me. He never took advantage of me for 2 years with him. I married him 1 year ago. I still remember our first night as husband and wife. In the midst of our passionate and loving kisses, he still asked with his soft gaze before making me his, "May I?"
He loves me.
No. He loved me once.
Now I begin to doubt whether he still loves me. He changed. My Sanskar has changed.
His eyes, which always looked at me with love, now looked at me with disappointment. There are no more sweet surprises. No more kisses in the morning and hugs at night. He created a distance between us. I realized it. He no longer told me about his work. He no longer informed me at any time. And what made me most sad, he no longer said love to me.
