Insatiable Obsession
โง He was my desire; I was his obsession. โง โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:* Her silence was like a dagger to my heart. I reached out, my hand trembling, and clutched at the hem of her dupatta. "Taara, nahi, nahi, please mujhe chhod kar mat jao." I sobbed, gripe. "Please, maaf kardo, Taara. M-mai mar jaunga, tumhare bina." (Taara no, no, please don't leave me.) (please, forgive me, Taara. I'll die without you.) She pulled her dupatta from my grasp, the motion pulling me further into the depths of despair. "Mar jao." The finality in her words was like a death knell. (Die then.) I collapsed fully onto the floor, my forehead pressing against the cold tiles before her feet as I sobbed uncontrollably. โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:* Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr Updating Schedule- Monday, Wednesday, Saturday.
