“What are you talking about, Surya? Are you drunk?” Sonia asked curtly as a stern look overtook her before tender expressions. There was a harshness in her voice that I had never heard before her, not even on the night, I had mistakenly compared her cuteness with my dog and had ended up making a fool of myself, not on the day when we were arguing quoting the Othello and conquering nothing. She was distant, yet she was not rude, and now when I was witnessing it for the first time―the harshness had pierced right through my heart, breaking it into pieces.
Does she not understand me? Did she not get what I was hinting on? I was trying to protect her from my inner beast that would devour her without burping. Can she not read my eyes? Doesn’t my affection and admiration affect her? Tell me,
