The one, who always admired the Power, no wonder will always be a devotee towards it's source. And may be that explains the reason why such a person would always been found as an admirer of women. The power that female holds not just in their beauty, which can never be matched by anything that the nature presented on this earth till date, but in their heart as well. The moments which many other would want to run away from, she choose to go on with it, fight with it and make the effort of turning the world upside down to survive it that too while keeping those around her happy. Holding all of it on her own, without even letting them know about the fights she had and many more that she is having at present while she is being cheesy and clingy, even acting childish at times just to tickle others with a smile. And so the admiration continues to grow. What happens next, when an admirer get too close to something that's powerful beyond his imagination for him to just be an admirer of...
"I hate you. I hate you till my death." she yelled. "Means in our after life you'll love me again, right ?" he said in his crackling voice, as she slammed the door on his face. These things were new for him but not completely. He knew that things are not going as smooth as they were three years ago. But still, after all, it was his first time being in love. First time when he felt connected. When someone could relate to him. For him she was not just a girl with whom he can spend some time, have a conversation about literally anything or at times get a little naught with. She came in her life as a ray of light. She was a hope. A hope for him to be happy. A reason to smile. After loosing his ...