"I love you too, Jeet, but you can't be my savior."
"Well, I won't be your jailer," he retorted. "So what can I be?"
I held his heavy fist to my lips and caressed the scars. "My hope," I said. "For a future when kissing you isn't dangerous."
A future, I added in my head, where no child was bound by curses, and every daughter had a name.
— Jan 02, 2025 02:47AM
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