In the midst of Jaanvi's heart-wrenching tears, Sampriti, her devoted friend, wrapped an arm around her and whispered soothing words.
It was a gloomy day in India, and the news of Jaanvi's boyfriend ending their two-year relationship had left her shattered.
The breakup had come out of the blue, and she couldn't fathom why it had happened.
As Jaanvi's sobs echoed in the room, she began to reminisce about her childhood.
Her parents had been unlike most, embracing a more liberal approach to raising her.
They encouraged her to interact with boys, talk to them openly, and even be friends.
It was a stark contrast to the conservative norms prevailing in many Indian households.
But despite her parents' openness, the cruel reality was that Jaanvi's heart had been repeatedly crushed by boys.
They didn't just break it; they killed it.
Every boy she had ever cared for had let her down.
They cheated on her, betrayed her trust, and left her in emotional turmoil.
The pain of her recent breakup brought all those past wounds rushing back.
As Jaanvi's tears flowed like an unending river, she couldn't help but feel that maybe, just maybe, all men were cut from the same heartless cloth.
It was a bitter thought to swallow, one that painted her world in shades of cruelty, stupidity, and madness.
Sampriti did her best to console her friend, but the pain ran deep.
It had barely been a week since the breakup, and the wounds were still fresh.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, Sampriti suggested a game, something to distract Jaanvi from her heartache.
And not just any game, it was the famous, almost legendary one in India – Candy Crush.
But for Jaanvi, Candy Crush held a different significance, one that was deeply tied to her mother.
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Short StoryThe pain was excruciating, but the shock and betrayal cut even deeper. "Take that, you Bitch," he sneered, and without a second thought, he sped away on his bike, leaving Jaanvi writhing in agony, her face marred by the potent acid. Jaanvi tries h...
