"You lost as a husband, Rudra" "You never try to get my point" "I HATE YOU RUDRA, JUST LEAVE" and her eyes opened suddenly. One of the nightmares she got almost every night for this one year.
She didn't remember who Rudra was, what did he do to her, how were they related. All she knew was the made up stories her so-called husband, Armaan told her. She was told that Rudraksh abused him, and then they met and got married. Preesha never felt her love for Armaan, neither felt comfortable with him. But, she didn't remember anything, and had to depend on what she was told.
Although she was supposed to hate him, her heart denied it. The faded, blurred memories she had with him that occasionally hit her said a whole different story. She remembered bits of him singing for her, their dates, them having photo sessions with their kids and many other things.
She got out from her bed and took out her diary from her book shelf. It was her personal diary. She would write a letter everytime she got a memory related to him. It was filled with letters, some expressing love, some hatred, some gratitude and some confusion. She sat again, pouring in her thoughts about him, to him:
"dear mr. unknown.." she began. She wrote about how the memory of her shouting at him haunted her every night. She could have assumed that it was when she left him, but her heart wasn't ready to accept it. At last, she ended the letter with her desire to meet her mr. unknown and ask him all the questions that she would never ask Armaan.
She knew she will have yet another sleepless night, hence, she reached out to the packet of sleeping pills, had one and slept.
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RuSha OS
Fanfictionhere i'll be writing random stories of rusha bc i can't get w full stories...the one shots maybe lengthy because i have no idea how to do all this, you can correct me and all suggest are welcome <3333 with love: sneha
