He strode forward and gently clasped that face, that cold carved face fixed into a smile, and thought, I should have done this while you lived. He did not think. The drink had him, and the pipe, and the grief. It was simple enough to press his own mouth to that carved face. That ever-smiling mouth. It was cold beneath his lips. It did not warm. It never could.
HHHHH STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP I CAN’T TAKE THIS
like I assume priya and malini will have some sort of happy ending?? but I don’t know what’s left for rao 😖😖😖
