There were two-three very small rooms. He was in one of them. He was angry and not talking to me. I had to bear the brunt of his anger and make him fall in love with me - again. They were sure he would never agree. I had every faith that he would.
He saw me and turned his face away. It would appear to those standing outside betting on the fate of my relationship that they were right. But it was only me who saw the pain and longing along with the anger in his eyes. That glimpse of the pain gave me the confidence that I was not alone in my suffering to be away from him.
And so I entered the room and shut the door behind me as I approached him lying on the bed determined to do anything within my power to get back my love. (including outright seduction in this tiny room with the others right next to us in the other 2 rooms listening at the walls.)
There was something happening in the other two rooms as well, a part of this probably. But I do not recollect it.
P.S. He looked like Salman Khan. :-P
P.S.S. Something tells me we did reconcile ;-)
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