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.

tone and short answer, Carlos

got it,” he

She was perplexed.

love letter

letter? 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

landscape of the village on them. She filled the little space with her scribble and had asked the young man to help her send

Carlos, that postcard was a love letter from her, whether she

such a

these days?” he asked, his voice full of

listen to the two Lovebirds who seemed to have gotten more passionate. ‘It’s

the path while

so good,” she answered