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Call me by my name

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It was New Year's party. In embellished beige color saree Amrita looked breathtaking beauty. Even Shekhar couldn't help but steal glances at her. Out of envy, Amrita's friends kept gossiping about her looks, her fashion-sense and her relationship with her husband. Nothing mattered to Amrita, she wanted to run away from this glitter-show. However, after midnight they reached home.

"Don't look at me that way.", gasped Amrita, while changing her clothes.
"Why!"
"I feel Not comfortable."
"I am your husband goddammit."
"So..?"
"Stop that bullshit of your feminism okay... And stop meeting with your writer friends... I hate that group of yours..."
"hmmm... I get it..."

... and till late in the bed, she keeps making up a story in her mind. She fixes its title, 'Call me by my name'. And it was about a woman who only felt comfortable looking in the mirror, with the one, who looked back with her own gaze.

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