Khub kosto hoche re.... Khub beshi.... Dukho, ekakitto, onischotota, r durotto, sob kichu dola pakeye ekta tibro kosto.... R sob kichu chapeye tor jonno kosto...
Asr k tui kichu bolish na jate o flare up kore... Oi kotha gulote bole or momentary kharap laga chara r kichu e hobe na... He would shout and scream on you, and which we rip me apart... That would be the only added benefit we will achieve out of those conversations ... Because both of now know and understand, where actually he is having the Real advantage... Not only the paper where you both signed happily, but actually 5 years back, one fine night he fucked you to make you a mother, and fucked both of us very successfully for our life...
Sorry. Ami jani ami ultopalta bokchi... Asole mathar thik nai... Mone hoy pagol e hoye jabo e bar ... R nite parchi na re ei pressure... Parle khoma korish...
Khub chinta hoche tomar jonno... Jaan, don't ever feel depressed and deserted... I'll be always only yours, no matter how far or close I am to you...
Love you... Call you later.. Be a good girl till such time...
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