She agreed, came back to mine, had breakfast and we talked for hours. Fast forward 4 hours. . . . By now I'd realised just how special Jess was. She ...as the most gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, and a perfect, curvy body in a sparkling blue dress. I was completely hooked, I just couldn't stop staring at her. She was telling me everything about herself, and I was fascinated. I wanted her, and for the first time, I was struggling to tell a girl how I was feeling. Luckily I didnt. “Go on, scram!” Tears blinding her, Seren bolted from the room. She blundered down the corridor, holding her bodice together while she clumsily laced it. When she reached the staircase, she kept running, her booted feet drumming down the steps like rain on tarmac. She ran full tilt across the hallway’s polished flagstones, seeking those carved oak doors and rose gardens beyond. Shadows appeared in doorways, watching, listening, but no-one made any attempt to stop her. “Seren!” She halted short. Temporarily he blocked me.We were chatting in regular intervals to check Neetu’s state of mind. He told me that she was angry, but it came down day by day. After 3 days, I got a message from Neetu at around 9.30 PM asking if I could chat with her. I was happy to chat with her.I asked her whether Akhil knew that she was chatting with me. She replied, “No.” Akhil doesn’t know about this, and she told me not to tell him. I agreed to that. I was eager to know what Neetu was going to ask for. She. Did I really want to save my marriage? The utter contempt and disrespect she'd displayed during her "act of revenge" was certainly not that of a loving spouse - not even one who felt wronged by my actions, regardless of my guilt or innocence. Then there were my injuries to consider. Did I really want to forgive someone who almost crippled me permanently, not to mention almost killing me by suffocation? The more I pondered these questions, the angrier I became. I decided that, at the very least,.