What could he do?
He was just a poor worker's son and that too with a mental disability.
God had cursed him from the day he was born. And all he wanted was a bit of happiness, someone to love but guess, that would not come true in this lifetime.
"You should go home before anyone sees you here."
Marshally suggested and was about to turn around to leave when he caught hold of her. She was shocked.
"What?"
She questioned. Was something wrong with him? Was he in trouble?
She wanted to ask more but he pulled her toward him. She did not know where he was taking her to.
"Hexo? Where are you taking me? My parents would get suspicious.
I told them I was going to the washroom and instead came here to see if you come back for real...now let me go..."
Marshally tried to pry her hands from his tight hold. But he did not let go of her.
