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an easy one; Hasini being a
journalist is taking flight to India to cover a story, and she
won’t be back for a few weeks. Knowing that she’s mine is relieving
enough to help me pass through the next few weeks. Hasini’s flight
happened to be before the rest of ours; saying goodbye wasn’t easy
but it wasn’t forever.

    ~

    Those weeks weren’t easy, but being able to
talk through video call accompanied by my time spent at work the
weeks flew. When she was back we began what I hoped to be a
lifetime of memories.

    Before we knew it, a year passed with the
same love between us. A year together and yes, we did have our
fights; some were nasty but we were always able to get through it.
Our relationship worked so well because we were never ones to act
like high school kids in love. In majority our time spent together
was better defined as friends in love. In fact since that weekend
in the Dominican we haven’t really expressed our love in words.

    The day October 12 th 2012, I
invited Hasini to a spot she once took me a few months back. It was
a place where Hasini’s father took her as a child to watch stars
and the moon. After the passing of her father her uncle also took
her there at times when she’d cry trying to forget. She loved that
place; it’s where she’d go to find peace in mind. It was around
10:00pm and when we arrived the water was already glistening with
moonlight amidst the significant amount of stars. Standing near the
edge of the cliff the atmosphere was just right. I dropped on one
knee, as she stood stunned.

    “ We’ve only been together for a year, but
a year in the world you take me to feels like a lifetime and a
lifetime is exactly what I want to spend with you. I’ll never be
great at expressing my feelings and you know that. But here, at
this place where the most important men of your life have protected
you I ask, can I be lucky enough to join their company? Hasini, I
love you. Will you marry me?”

    “Yes, Yes, Yes! Holy shit! Of course I will!
“ Screamed Hasini.

    After placing the ring on her finger she
tackled me with tears of thrill running down her cheeks. With a
breath of fresh air I felt relieved; I may have cheated a bit
though. A few months back Rohini told me about a conversation she
had with Hasini. One about the possibility of marriage in our
future, with hints roaming in the air I felt all my thoughts toward
tonight’s decision were well worth it.

    Everyone back at the house already knew that
I was going to propose to Hasini so it didn’t come as a surprise
when we walked into the house together. Similar to the day Rohini
and Akil made their big announcement; we once again popped
champagne in celebration. Times were great, and the bond of family
was irreplaceable. Standing amongst family, I found myself wishing
for all the hard times to be over.

Chapter 4 - Good Things Come and Go

    Four months since the announcement Hasini
and Arrun decided to put off the wedding plans for a year or so.
Hasini had a huge story to cover, one that needed the attention of
a global audience; she needed the space and time. A few months back
after the trip to the Dominican, Hasini left for India. What she
found there was a story for the ages. Being a journalist you can
only dream of some day getting hold of such. When she came back
from India, she became somewhat obsessed with exposing the story.
She never told anyone about the story, minus her co-workers; some
wouldn’t care, others couldn’t be trusted.

    While in India she stumbled upon a story,
one of Marona Duranjis son, Miran. Miran is the youngest of Maronas
two sons, the other being Verone. Verone was quiet and much more
reserved when it came to violence, nothing like his father. Then
there was Miran, completely reckless and Maronas favored son. Miran
is second in head after his father when it comes to leading the
criminal activity. He was responsible for many of the murders,
child trafficking, and drug circulations around the