20-11-2021, 08:47 PM
She answered nothing. On persistent queering she told hesitantly,
“Am I not seductive? Am I not beautiful? What is wrong with me?”
I was puzzled again and replied, “What happened? Why are you asking so?”
Without caring about my query, she went on, “Am I not up to your standard? Have I done anything wrong with you?”
I was shocked. What happened to this lady?
“You are the most loving lady I have ever met. You have such nice attire that anyone can fall on you. I care about you. I love you from the core of my heart after my ex wife.” I answered.
“But, what happened to you? What made you query like this?”, I asked.
“Thanks for your kind compliments though I do not feel those are true. I know I am a poor lady, I am destitute and you have pity on me.” She said in an empty voice.
I was dumbfounded. How to convince her? I just looked at her in a querying gaze.
If you are telling the truth then “Why are you neglecting me? Why do you not love me? Am I so ugly and hateful?” She yelled, pounding her feet.
“What are you telling? How could you tell that I am neglecting you and not loving you from the abyss of my heart? Do you need me to tear my heart and show it to you?” I uttered with a bit of pain.
She started crying again and uttered with a choked voice, “ No, no, no need to tear your heart. Tear me. Mingle inside me to prove yourself.”
“Am I not seductive? Am I not beautiful? What is wrong with me?”
I was puzzled again and replied, “What happened? Why are you asking so?”
Without caring about my query, she went on, “Am I not up to your standard? Have I done anything wrong with you?”
I was shocked. What happened to this lady?
“You are the most loving lady I have ever met. You have such nice attire that anyone can fall on you. I care about you. I love you from the core of my heart after my ex wife.” I answered.
“But, what happened to you? What made you query like this?”, I asked.
“Thanks for your kind compliments though I do not feel those are true. I know I am a poor lady, I am destitute and you have pity on me.” She said in an empty voice.
I was dumbfounded. How to convince her? I just looked at her in a querying gaze.
If you are telling the truth then “Why are you neglecting me? Why do you not love me? Am I so ugly and hateful?” She yelled, pounding her feet.
“What are you telling? How could you tell that I am neglecting you and not loving you from the abyss of my heart? Do you need me to tear my heart and show it to you?” I uttered with a bit of pain.
She started crying again and uttered with a choked voice, “ No, no, no need to tear your heart. Tear me. Mingle inside me to prove yourself.”