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This is wrong yet it feels so right. He trusts me even when I've done nothing to gain his trust, Anahita covered Yuvraaj with the quilt and stroked his head gently before tossing a peck on his forehead that was covered with the tufts of his thick hair.

I might have given him the wound which would always remain fresh but he trusts me and the person I loved and staked my everything for, didn't take a minute to humiliate me, he never tried to gain my trust even though I stupidly thwacked my trust upon him.

She paddled to the deck and pulled the shrug over her frame, hugging herself. She extracted her cellphone from the jeans pocket's and glanced through their pictures. They were looking happy and at peace.

How can I have this conflicting thoughts? Whatever has he done,