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“A relationship that is truly genuine does not keep changing its colors. Real gold never rusts. If a relationship is really solid and golden, it will be unbreakable. Not even Time can destroy its shine.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Imtihaan yeh kaisa humari zindagani mein,
Woh bheeg rahi hai aag mein
Aur main jal raha hun paani mein.”
― Faraaz Kazi

“Tell me, could you love me?' he asks, seemingly out of nowhere.

'Of course.' I laugh, not sure of the answer I am supposed to give. But the question is so oddly phrased that I can hardly deny him. I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone. I'd like to love him.

'I wonder,' he says. 'What would you do for me?'

'I don't know what you mean.' This riddling figure with flinty eyes isn't the Locke who stood on the rooftop of his estate and spoke so gently to me or who chased me, laughing, through its halls. I am not quite sure who this Locke is, but he has put me entirely off balance.

'Would you forswear a promise for me?' He is smiling at me as though he's teasing.

'What promise?' He sweeps me around him, my leather slippers pirouetting over the packed earth. In the distance, a piper begins to play.

'Any promise,' he says lightly, although it is no light thing he is asking.

'I guess it depends,' I say, because the real answer, a flat no, isn't what anyone wants to hear.

'Do you love me enough to give me up?' I am sure my expression is stricken. He leans closer. 'Isn't that a test of love?'

'I- I don't know,' I say. All this must be leading up to some declaration on his part, either of affection or of a lack of it.

'Do you love me enough to weep over me?' The words are spoken against my neck. I can feel his breath, making the tiny hairs stand up, making me shudder with an odd combination of desire and discomfort.

'You mean if you were hurt?'

'I mean if I hurt you.'

My skin prickles. I don't like this. But at least I know what to say. 'If you hurt me, I wouldn't cry. I would hurt you back.'

His step falters as we sweep over the floor. 'I'm sure you'd-'

And then he breaks off speaking, looking behind him. I can barely think. My face is hot. I dread what he will say next.

'Time to change partners,' a voice says, and I look to see that it's the worst possible person: Cardan. 'Oh,' he says to Locke. 'Did I steal your line?”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince