Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my world sparkle and spin.
Love has ripped my life apart, and shattered my soul.
I love my husband, and he loves me. But Nirvaan is dying.
I love my husband. I want to make him happy. But he is
asking for the impossible.
He is asking me to make lemonade with the lemons life has
handed me.
I can't.
I don't want a baby. I don't want to make nice with Zayaan.
I don't want another chance at another love
story.
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