You and Me
π° π ππ'π ππππ πππππ ππ ππππππ, πππ ππ πππ π ππππ πππ πππ π΄π β’β’β’ "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fΕ«cking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fΕ«cking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." β’β’β’ Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? β’β’β’
