The coffee table [MF], [Preggo], [Oral], [Coffee sex]

The truth is much easier to hear than living it everyday

“I can’t do this anymore ,goodbye ”

Easier to hear, easier to read at that moment but

Its the life that continues after such a kink that haunts you

The words may start fading away

But the spine chill of that loneliness crawls right up your neck , reaches your ears and rings again “good bye”

It’s a good thing Rohan Desai , my neighbor

Visits once or twice a day to check up on me .

The only time I feel grateful about this baby inside me is those sympathetic appearances of Rohan

At least that’s what I want to believe , it can’t be love as love has left my existing soul

Can’t lie though ,hormones or no hormones husband or no husband

He is a smart man , with incredible hands and a physique that compliments his tall stature and his witty glance popular of a good lawyer .

But his face tells something else