06-08-2025, 02:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-08-2025, 02:34 PM by Blackdick11. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Poor hemant. he had stared death in the eye and dodged bullets, and he had outwitted men who wanted him dead, but nothing had prepared him for this.
not this quiet confession and not this soft, trembling voice that admitted something far more lethal than a knife to the chest.
because you expect betrayal from an enemy, but when it comes from the woman you love, it cuts much deeper.
it not only rewrites your past but also taints your memories and makes you question everything you once believed was real.
pain is not always loud.
sometimes, it’s a quiet devastation.
a man sitting still, breathing… but bleeding internally in places no doctor can reach.
not this quiet confession and not this soft, trembling voice that admitted something far more lethal than a knife to the chest.
because you expect betrayal from an enemy, but when it comes from the woman you love, it cuts much deeper.
it not only rewrites your past but also taints your memories and makes you question everything you once believed was real.
pain is not always loud.
sometimes, it’s a quiet devastation.
a man sitting still, breathing… but bleeding internally in places no doctor can reach.