‘I don’t borrow your opinions, I don’t care what you think, I don’t need your empathy, I don’t need your compassion, I don’t need you pretend to love me, just tell me how much you hate me, you hate my soul, I don’t care, I got none. I’m not you, I’m a loser so be it, but you also ain’t a winner. We are both here, I accept the fact and you make an excuse to nudge it under the carpet. We are criminals but I know my crime is fearlessness and your crime is a sin. But you know one thing you are my blood, you are my brother, I may not be as sophisticated as you are, but at the end of the day we will be dining on the same table, maybe sharing the same amount of love to our mother, but let me tell you I will not try to fit myself in your shoe. Let me make it clear I am protesting and will continue to protest against you and your ideology’, my first mail to him after I left the dining table that day.

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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