Burning Passion: Love Never Die

She hid behind a big tree to take care of the call. Panting for breath, she took out her phone and saw the familiar number.

Tears threatened to roll out of her eyes. ‘This grumpy, hateful man! He has finally decided to call me!’ she thought, gratified and angry.

After wiping her moist eyes, she swiped her finger on the screen to answer the call, but she did not speak first. Their stupid fight was still fresh in her mind.

“What are you doing?”

Carlos asked when she refused to say anything. His tone was flat. There was neither rage nor affection.

Debbie was mad because she was disappointed. This wasn’t the attitude she had been expecting from him. She wanted to throw a tantrum, but she couldn’t find a good excuse.

“Having fun,” she said, after a long pause.

sullen tone and short answer, Carlos smiled

it,”

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letter you

I never wrote him any love letter. This fact-twisting capitalist!’ Blushing, she corrected him, “It wasn’t a letter. It was a postcard.” She wouldn’t write him a love letter and

space with her scribble and had asked

for Carlos, that postcard was a love letter

to be fixated on such a trifling matter, he

these days?” he asked, his voice full of

head to listen to the two Lovebirds who seemed to have gotten more passionate. ‘It’s freezing cold outside. Why do they have to do it here? These people are so

retraced the path while holding her phone

so good,” she answered