I feel like a fragile doll kept in a cage, a gilded cage. But it's still one, the place which once held me when I broke, along with the man who has been there for me, is now suffocating.

The place and the man.

My man.

He came into my life like a saviour, held me through my tough times, guided me to take care of what's left and most importantly made me fall for him so immensely and unconditionally— that I am already too deep. Drowned in his love.

Even though it's ruining me now.

Reyvaan Roy Kapoor, is a manipulator, a traitor, and my fucking husband—who I am in love with.

But everything comes with a price isn't? I am paying it for loving him and believing him, and he'll pay too, in the worst possible way, by his amor.

"Come for me, Amor." He said. Buried inside me.

And I do, all the while thinking about this.