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Questions piled onto questions


First it was the threat of a suicide.

Then his parents persuaded him to marry the girl he didn’t love. He tried all possible means to love her. But his heart never opened to her. But he married her anyway. Saving someone’s life was a better option, he thought. And when his supposed wife became too possessive, he could bear it no more.

Only regrets. 

Now when he finds someone he really loves, he seems to be losing that person just because he is married. 

Then the only option left is a threat of suicide. Will it work? Will she marry him? Will his wife go and hang herself?Will his parents listen to his heart this time? 

Questions piled onto questions. And no answers.

Comments

  1. I hope you are not planning something dreadful.
    Coming to one issue of yours, which i disagree- "Married man can't love" This human rule makes people unhappy. Why can anybody love someone else after marriage? heart is big enough!
    IF the guy in your article is allowed to be with the both then perhaps he will be happy! So god willing let the man have both!

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  2. Gosh! Quite complicated. I hope the guy finds peace with the one he loves and his wife finds another to love more. How else otherwise can two lives be saved?

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  3. I never believed it when someone said he/she would commit suicide. But then, I started reading about weekly suicide cases in the newspapers and it used to make me feel uneasy. But again, I am not sure our folks have committed suicide in the name of unrequited love. I will have to update on that. Perhaps some of you can help too.

    No one should use 'suicide' as a means to blackmail people. I think that is utterly selfish and heartless! Looks like more interested in jeopardizing other's life by taking your own.Very cheap!Don't you think? :)

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  4. wai dont try meaaaa

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