The rays of sunlight seeped into Siddharth's room, disturbing his peaceful sleep . He rubbed his bleary eyes.
He got up and saw a piece of sheet on his nightstand. He quickly picked it up.
He opened it
It wasn't top notch quality handwriting but enough to read.
Sid,
I don't know mujhe kahan se shuru krna chahiye , mujhe pata hai ki you won't be Happy after reading this. But ab mere pass koi or choice nahi bachi, I'm trapped inside a nightmare.I needed to get out of here . Guilt, despair and regret was eating me alive.
Or rahi baat Shrutee ki
Main bas ab ,nahi reh skti or yahan , nahi le skti har sans apni ghut ghut kr. Siddharth you're an amazing person. You don't deserve this , you don't deserve me . Tum ek bohot hi acche insaan ho.... Main janti hun pehle Dad ke jaane ke baad .... Sirf tum , tum hi the mere pass .
But I had decided to take this step . It seemed like best option for everyone .
Kabhi kabhi sochti Hun ke main Mumbai na aayi hoti to yeh hota?
But ,
reality just slaps you really hard .
I know I'm hurting you
I don't deserve to be happy , neither I deserve any affection from you and Shrutee.
Or rahi baat Nischay or Meri......
I guess our story ends here .
Kya haina, kisine Kya khoob kaha hai
"jabardasti ki mohhabat se
Sukoon ke duriyan acchi Hain. "
Don't try to look for me instead try to move on.
This is my final goodbye .
Amara
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SIX YEARS LATER
Italy
Six years , six fucking years had passed since I had left India.
Nischay never tried to contact me , he could have apologised , not I was going to forgive him , but he never checked on me . All men do is a lie . He never loved me , if he did , he would have tried to contact me .
I won't ever forgive him , but still want him to beg for it .
The first two years had to be the worst experiences of my life . Day and night , in my room crying and crying , feeling like the biggest failure to ever exist .
I asked myself , wondering what could my life possibly be , if I've never met Nischay . I was so dumb to believe him , his gaslighting , manipulation , he promised to keep me safe , to love me . But promises are meant to be broken. It was worst than any physical injury I have ever had . Trust me , the cuts on your heart hurts more than anything. I've been so put together person , but I lost myself. Nothing mattered to me, kyunki whenever I did , my qismat didn't like it , it was eventually taken away from me . I didn't care anymore , kyunki if I did mujhe pata tha kya hoga . And slowly , the sadness turned into anger. The love for Nischay was gone for good. I hated him with every single drop of blood in me .
And now , I am back to return the favor . He had taken enough from me , but now it's my turn to take everything from him .
Looking out of the completely glass wall , I devoured the stunning view of the city .
"Are you ready to go back to India?" Armaan asked , taking a long drag of the cigarette , and puffing it out.
"More than ready ." I smirked.
***
Haan zinda Hun main
Mari nahi thi
I'm sorry chapter bohot late aaya hai
Meri life Puri tarah se tehas nehas ho chuki hai . I'm all fucked up .
TRIGGERED_KANYA
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