Sania’s indignation is visible more in her red eyes and tight fists, rather than in her broken words, “I did not expect this from you.”
“You expected me to keep giving without taking care of my own needs first,” Anju’s response is cold.
“For years, I gave in to the wishes of the family, and the expectations only kept growing. I observed keenly how successful people operate, but it took me a while to ace the game.”
“We did not know you were playing a game,” Sania’s tears are streaming now.
“It was always a game – first yours, now mine.”
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Awesome six sentence story, Reena! 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, Carol!
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Ouch! And in choosing games instead of integrity, everybody loses. Very sad!
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Yet, the thrill of playing and winning a game never ends.
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Some of us get a little weary of that…Lol!
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True. But see the online gamers making pots of money.
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They do, indeed. 🙄
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Game playing in a relationship rarely bodes well. I don’t hold out much hope for Anju and Sania.
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Nobody does 🙂 Thank you, Denise!
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Games are forms of manipulation which sometimes bring an appearance of success. They both may have been playing them as Anju mentioned.
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True that. No wonder games are so popular.
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Pretty cool ❤️
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Thanks! 🙂
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Interesting…
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Thanks 🙂
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Nicely written Reena
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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it looks very good and safe thanks
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Thanks 🙂
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