One Little Mistake (Part 8, page 4 of 9)


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Part 8

Here. These lines were exposing his true intention. How could he write such a thing to her? He was describing the dream but still, it was not an appropriate way to communicate such things in writing to someone. This was not a love. This was lust.

She took a deep breath, picked up the water bottle again and again took a sip from it. This paper is disturbing me. I need to destroy this. I can't let it disturb the peace of my mind.

Placing the water bottle on the nightstand, she gave angry look to the paper in her hand and then ripped it up into the pieces. As she threw torn pieces of the paper on the floor to reassure herself that she had recovered her peace successfully, the last lines of the paper ran through her mind involuntarily: If you feel an even faintest spark of love in your heart for me then please come to your kitchen window at 2 a.m. tonight. I will wait for you.

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