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Trying to pull himself together, Abir replied, I'm sorry. Sneha asked, Why are you sorry, baba? Between broken breaths, he said, After my mom, you probably love me the most... but I can't reciprocate. I’m sorry. He started sobbing again....

Sneha was pretty drunk that night. Even though she had told Abir that she would reach out after getting home, she couldn't decide what to write. Since he had sent her a song, she decided to send one back. After...

Right while she was paying for the meds at the pharmacy, Abir's text came: Mademoiselle... where are you? Come soon, I wanna talk. Abir is only called Sneha Mademoiselle when he was in a really good mood or completely drunk....

এক ছাতার নিচে শুরু হলো দুটি মানুষ এর পথ চলা। ভালোবাসা, ভালোলাগা, আর রাগ আভিমান নিয়েই বেচে থাকে প্রতিটি মানুষ। তারা ও কি এই সব নিয়ে বেচে থাকবে??

Damn! No one had ever given her a special name. Not out of love, not out of affection, not even out of contempt. And yet, even a fucking object has a nickname. Right now, she feels like a bigger piece...