16-10-2022, 04:40 AM
“Sir, I am getting late,” my mom whispered, breaking the smooch. “Yup, let's go,” he said and my mom quickly put off the campfire and took one burning wood as a fire torch and started taking the Inspector towards the cliff where she left her saree. As they both were walking towards the cliff where she left her saree, the Inspector was holding my mom’s hand and walking and telling my mom how lucky he would have been if he had married my mom and made my mom his wife. My mom, who had fallen for his love, had forgotten my dad already, was smiling at him and leaning on his shoulder with love.
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