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Trifecta : She held on !

She was overwhelmed with grief. Despite she tried really hard to not let the party fervor down. She had quite nicely masked her feelings from the moment she had entered the party-hall. She had made it all about him. Of course, he was the only one who mattered.

With the elegant black dress on and keeping herself busy entertaining the guests, she was doing everything in her power to be the best hostess. She had retained her typical wide, innocent smile but to manage the lies with her eyes was getting difficult with each passing moment. She kept dodging all those piercing gazes that sliced into her eyes. Amidst the noises, she could hear the footsteps of his husband coming towards her. All she wanted at that time was a hug from him to assure her that everything was going to be alright. In seconds’ matter, he was standing in front of her. But, she was confused when she saw the contempt on his face. She almost had all her senses arrested when she heard him saying, “Could you infect the party with any more of your gloom?” She was perplexed at his discretion. She could not believe! Had she let him down or he had just forgotten to look into her eyes which were telling her story of how much she wanted to just leave the place and be with him alone and cry and just cry till she falls asleep in his arms. Her bewilderment was still unanswered because all she wanted was to make him happy. Of course, he was the only one who mattered!



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  1. That guy sounds a bit like a jerk...
    Great piece (:

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    1. Yea ... he sure is ! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for reading !

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    1. Thanks Priyo for reading. And do keep reading! (:

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  3. d way its presented is really good..!! keep writin..but i would like to read the next part of this piece :)

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  4. I want to provide a nice ending to it but don't know how it would turn out ... Thanks for reading and stay tuned for next bits :)

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