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‘Oh, c’mon. He is not waking up until morning and you have plenty of

time,’ she implored. More like begged.
‘Fine,’ she said and continued, ‘It wasn’t a perfect relationship. Nothing
about it was how they describe it in the books or the movies. He wasn’t my

knight in shining armour but he was all I needed. He never said the right
things, he never regaled me with gifts and such, but he was always there for

me when I needed him the most. We fulfilled the darkest desires and the
silliest pleas of each other.

‘Every time he looked at me, it was as if he was looking at me for the
first time. The adoration in his eyes and the tenderness of his touch made

me feel like I had never felt before. There were problems, but love is like
that. You fall and break and then you get up again and life goes on. I had
heard about perfect relationships and mine was nothing like that. It was

better. We owned each other and we loved each other and we hated each
other. We reserved every pure emotion for each other.

‘I don’t know where life will take me and what kind of person I will be,
but I know I am a better person because of him.’

A solitary tear escaped her eyes, streaked down her cheek and wet the
hospital bedsheet. She had lied; she still loved Dushyant. As she closed her

eyes, she felt Dushyant’s hand tenderly move and grip her hand. She looked
at his face and he was still sleeping peacefully.