Quite often, people do take me as a shallow person, assuming I do not deserve an angel like Ananya. Though I beg to differ from the former half, I might actually agree with the latter. Hell! I don't deserve to be loved, not by Ananya or by anyone for that matter.
I must have saved a country in my past life for Ananya loves me back. I wouldn't have even in my wildest dream thought that she would.
The way she looks at me, the way her lips curl in the corner when she speaks to me. Damn it all! I want to forget everything and be with her, but hell I cannot. As I am failing to live in the horror which is my fucking life, how can I knowingly fuck hers as well.
So before you go on binge-hating me, this is what I have to say.
I gather women like to talk about 'feelings'. Men are creatures very different from you, the only feeling we know is anger. We express everything in terms of anger. Most men can't even tell the difference between sadness, fear and disgust. And we certainly don't like talking about feelings, hell most men don't even have any feelings.
I promise to express my goddamn feelings as best as I can. I don't talk much, so don't expect me to repeat our conversation typical of story retold. You can scroll up the chapters to read it if you absolutely must have to.