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Can you mend my broken heart?

Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again. Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.  The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.  "Jesus Christ", he muttered.  The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart. Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, "I knew you would come back for me Raymond". She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm. "Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else." "What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée," she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger. He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,  "Miss please, I am already a married man." And then he silently walked away. ----- [Instagram - niharikabhol] [Join me on discord at] https://discord.gg/cPVJ69e [Warning: This novel has mature content. Reader's discretion advised]

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Remembering Rose !!!

Raymond picked up the picture frame of his mother and then turned when he heard the stern voice of his father.

"Put it back down !!!"

Raymond smiled sarcastically and said,

"This is a picture of mom. My mom and not some piece of interior decor that you want to place on your study table. Plus whom do you want to dupe? Do you want to show people how much you loved your late wife? Is that what you want to do?"

There was nothing but pure rage filled in his eyes, but instead of getting hurt with his son's words, Sebastian's face was filled with surprise.

"You are sure that is your mother's picture?"

"What the hell are you asking?"

A smile spread of Mr. Walker's face and he said,

"Do you not see? You could recognize her own your own Raymond. You could identify her face. Are you recovering?"

He asked with his eyes filled with hope.