"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him.
He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?"
"You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We hav...
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6 months later,
"Avi, I don't know what's wrong with you! Learn to obey your elder's suggestions. Being 28 doesn't mean you can turn down everyone. Till now, you did everything of your choice but this time it went too far," Mom screams at the top of her lungs through the phone.
"What went too far?" I ask her pointedly, cooking for myself. Staying alone for six months I learned basic cooking, cleaning, and household chores.
"What not, Avi?" she questions me back, "You left your in-laws. You left your husband. You left your parents. You left the city and you are not coming back at least when your Dad's health is in trouble."
I look down at the ring Shreyan gave me. I blink my tears and clear my throat, "I am happy here, Mom," I whisper. "I have a better job. I am earning well-"
"Carrer is not all your life, Avi. Family. Friends. Love-"
"Stop disturbing me, Mom. You can hang up the call," I say, slumping on the couch. Love? Does love even exist? I have had enough fantasies of believing in love. I don't want anything anymore.
She sighs and hangs up the call.
I palm my face and blink my tears. The images of me and Shreyan run through my head making me weak again. Pushing all those memories back, I get on my feet and walk to the bedroom.
It's a small and cozy single-bedroom apartment I rented. Immediately after Shreyan gave consent to abort my baby, killing her mercilessly, I moved from Hyderabad in a week because I don't trust my heart, I don't trust myself. Even after having a thousand reasons to leave that city, my heart is still sensitive to one reason-Shreyan. Every lane and everything there represents him. I don't want to ever run into his arms.
Shreyan didn't contact me after our last interaction in the hospital. I don't know if he was aware of me leaving our city.
So, flying to Delhi within a week, I applied for the government hospitals in which I am working. I chose it since the kids from the I could be close to many babies and save their sweet little life.
Mom and Dad weren't happy with my decision nor were my friends. Shreyan's parents tried to stop me but I decided to live for myself. I don't want to be influenced by anyone or want to please anyone. I need to move away from that city and away from the haunting memories he and I created in just five months of our togetherness. Every time I remember him, all I could think of was his lies, his pretense, and his fake words before he killed my daughter.
