BROKE
“What took you long?”
“Finding you.”
In the bright darkness, we met each other finally. It seemed to me like we aged never. Fitting perfectly in each other, the twists and turns were smoothest this time.
“How did you find me?”
“So desired Richard’s will.”
“So you’ve been staying with Charles all these days?”
“He recently broke his leg.”
There was an awkward silence in the room for a few minutes. Then our conversation continued.
“I stayed with Richard most of the time. He treated me like his only possession. Unwilling to depart from me ever.”
“What then?”
“Cancer, they said.”
“Sorry.”
“Charles knew about me. He knew how possessive Richard was about me. He waited for him to die.”
“So he broke all ties and let him die?”
“He did. Charles broke Richard’s trust many a times before. Richard left Charles with nothing but me. From…
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Whispers of a poet's heart 