"It was all my fault. I should have told you last night. I should've not hurt you. I should've not given you so much space to leave me." Yuvraaj swabbed his tears and hid his face in his palms. He started having cold feet. Perhaps, it was how it had to ended. Maybe, he wasn't made for her. Yet, there was a lot to say to her. It was left to give her credit for filling his life with her giggles and kisses. It was left to tell her that he was in bliss having her in his arms. It was left to remind her that she must not trust anyone so easily. It was left to warn her not to get close to wrong person.
 Yuvraaj had realised it correctly that she was a kid by heart. Still a twelve years old who fought with her over a cola can. Foremost, he was yet to tell her that he loved her. But she wasn't there

It was the time to unfold the pages that he had kept secretly in his heart unseen for her. Anahita couldn't believe that he said a yes to marry her even after knowing about Mukund. The sensual wave of pleasure had converted into emotional cuddling. Yuvraaj plopped on his back and pulled Anahita over her, clutching tightly to his heart. Anahita's arm found its place around his waist and she clung on to him like her life depended upon him.
 "Prior our wedding when your dad came to our house, he demanded to talk to me alone. I had no clue what it was going to be about and I was worried. I worried that something happened to you. You've no idea, how precious you're to me, Anahita. I can bear everything but i can't bear having you in pain." He kissed her forehead and tuck her more into him.
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Anahita scrunched her nose in discomfort as she was blocked when she decided to toss other side. The substantial weight on her left made her immobile. With her closed eyes, maneuvering her free hand, she tried to loose Yuvraaj's grip on her waist but that turned out to be her mistake because, she was anchored closer to him with a powerful shoving.
 He gripped her waist more possessively, breathing softly in the crook of her neck and the warm breath that was fanning her neck, deepened. Sense started trapping her and her gallbladder gave a call. She shook him a little and in his deep slumber, Yuvraaj started kissing her neck, rubbing his hand on her bare waist.
 "Yuv...Yuvraaj! Put your arm aside." She rasped hoarsely taking his hand off still

"It was all my fault. I should have told you last night. I should've not hurt you. I should've not given you so much space to leave me." Yuvraaj swabbed his tears and hid his face in his palms. He started having cold feet. Perhaps, it was how it had to ended. Maybe, he wasn't made for her. Yet, there was a lot to say to her. It was left to give her credit for filling his life with her giggles and kisses. It was left to tell her that he was in bliss having her in his arms. It was left to remind her that she must not trust anyone so easily. It was left to warn her not to get close to wrong person.
 Yuvraaj had realised it correctly that she was a kid by heart. Still a twelve years old who fought with her over a cola can. Foremost, he was yet to tell her that he loved her. But she wasn't there and he missed her.
 Like he missed her all these y

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