Hate Or Love

The night had reached its darkest destination. He was standing in front of that closed door. With a soft push, he opened that door and the first thing which caught his intoxicated reddened gaze was her fragile covered frame.

She was totally curled up in the bed. The duvet was wrapped around her curled up figure. Taking his slow strides towards her, he stood beside the bed.

Her eyes were closed. Her lips were slightly parted as she was breathing through it. Tears had completely stained her cheeks. The corner of her eyes were still glistening with her tears. Those emerald eyes were witnessing her worst state and they knew they were the reason behind that vulnerable state of hers.

He sat beside her, on the bed and just stared at her face. That face which he was trying to despise from the past 4 years but when he was seeing that face again from so close, his heart seemed like it was taking over his mind because his heart had never been able to despise that face.

He dimmed the room'