Be Careful What You Wish For
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Introduction
The truth? The truth is I am the Hindu Courtesan, and I choose the Maharajah. That's how the story really ends.
The words stung even more now he played them over in his mind. She had left him. Left him for a man someone she wasn't supposed to love. And acted, oh, she acted perfectly. She made him believe she loved him. Only doing her job. She was paid to make men believe what they wanted to believe. She made him believe alright. Silly of him to think she could have fallen in love with someone like him. He had almost wasted his life at the Moulin Rouge with a can-can dancer. She left him like a broken doll, pieces shattered on the floor.
He closed his eyes. It wasn't happening. No. It was real. Or, it wasn't real. She never loved him, never will.
I should have seen this coming. She was a courtesan,she wasn't meant tolove. She had satisfied her lust and left him with nothing.
That's it.
I wish I'd never came to the Moulin Rouge.
