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For weeks, it's the same. Aadhi comes home late in the night, wakes me up to have s*x with me, and then goes back to ignoring me. I should hate him, but I don't and for that, I hate myself more. But can you blame me?
I am foolishly in love with him holding on to the hopes that one day he will love me back.
The thoughts of abandonment don't disturb me as much as they do on weekends when I don't have to work and have to sit at home all day long and do nothing but drown myself in self-pity.
On such a weekend when I am bored to my bones, I decide to pay a visit to my sister instead of being holed at home. In fact, after last night when Aadhi left home minutes after f*****g me and not attending any of my calls this morning, I don't even feel like coming back home anymore.
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