ABORTED LOVE!
A tribute to all incomplete love stories..
I still have your letters with me. They are no more hidden in books, personal diaries, or closets. They're kept safely in my wife's locker. The ones that have descriptions of our would-be firsts and promises about the foreseen forevers, but sadly none of which could come true. I have kept them as a token of our pure love. To always remind me that somewhere you're happy with your husband, creating beautiful memories that we dreamt for ourselves. To always remember how cruel this society is! And to never forget the sacrifice of our unborn child, to keep you alive.
This is a dedication to all those love stories which suffocated in the name of customs and family honor. (Based on an actual incident that I am penning down as a novella)
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