My Deepest Scar (A Tragic Teenage Love)

《《 ♡ Wounds heal. Scars Don't ♡ 》》 • The story of an Indian girl brought up by the most loving parents and an Indian boy who's never known love before... They were polar opposites, yet she couldn't escape his gravity. Their worlds were miles apart, yet collided in the most unexpected way. • Our first kiss on our first month wedding anniversary. This feels better than any heaven out there. Being his wife is the most blissful thing ever. 'Best husband' is not enough to decribe how well he treats me. Every second with him makes me feel like the most luckiest girl in the entire world. But now, as I hold his waist with my one hand and his jaw with my another, as I press our bodies together while pressing my soft, pink lips to his juicy, bigger ones I feel even more luckier to be tied to this boy. My love. My husband. My world. My everything. • "Rohan, don't do this to me. Don't do this to us. I'll wait for you as long as you want me to... j-just... j-just stay with me. Don't leave me", I begged him. The quiver of my lips hidden behind my mask. The tremble of my limbs held strongly by my dying will. "This won't work out. I am done. Please leave me", he said. Every single word felt like a thousand knives cutting and tearing every single inch of me. I was trembling, shattering, breaking and the only thing I needed right now was him. My everything. "Is that all? I'm only worth this much?" I asked, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. The very same eyes he said he loved so much. The very same eyes he's avoiding now. "Think like that. Think whatever you want." That moment, I died. •