Kumari Supriya

“It was you Nabi.
It was always you.
Didn't you know?”
― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

“With a vicious curse, John wrenched the steering wheel and brought the SUV to a sudden halt by the side of the road. He stared ahead, breathing hard, and then lowered his head to the steering wheel.

"Fuck." His voice was the merest whisper. He turned his head, eyes bleak. "I can't do this, Suzanne. I can't give you up to them."

"You have to." Her heart was cracking open. There was no question of holding back the tears now. "You have no choice."

They moved at the same time. She launched herself into his arms at the same moment he opened them to haul her onto his lap. They kissed, violently, hungrily, a meeting of lips and tongue and tears. Her tears. He wasn't crying, but she could feel his muscles tense as rocks beneath her hands.

He was holding the back of her head tightly, while eating at her mouth, as if he could fuse them at the lips. His tongue was deep in her mouth. She'd take the taste of him to her grave.

"Don't go, goddammit. Stay with me." His voice was thick and gravelly. The words came out between biting kisses. "I. Can't. Stand. To. Let. You. Go.”
― Lisa Marie Rice

“A man's heart is a wretched thing. It's not like a woman's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you!”
― Paulo Coelho

“For courage, there must be something at stake. I come here with nothing to lose.”
― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed