When Love Lasts✔️

Chapter 11

Mankirat Singh

For an entire week, she has been eluding my presence, slipping away like a shadow in the night. Every time I step foot into the room, she vanishes, as if I am a contagious disease she fears catching. The pain in my heart deepens with each passing day, for it seems that I have become a dreaded plague to her delicate soul.

The air crackles with tension whenever our paths cross, and her avoidance cuts through me like a sharp blade. I yearn to understand the reason behind her sudden withdrawal, to unravel the mystery that has woven its way between us. Is it my touch that repels her? Or perhaps my words have wounded her fragile heart? The uncertainty gnaws at my every thought, leaving me restless and consumed by a longing to bridge the chasm that has formed between us.

As I watch her graceful figure disappear into the distance, my heart aches with a mixture of sorrow and desire. I cannot bear the thought of being a stranger to her, a mere ghost in her life. The connection we once shared, the stolen glances and secret smiles, now seem like distant memories. Yet, I refuse to let this forbidden romance crumble into dust. I will fight against the odds, against her resistance, and find a way to rekindle the flame that once burned so brightly between us.

The sight of her despising me with such intensity is like a dagger piercing through my heart, causing an ache that resonates deep within my soul. Yet, I am aware that her hatred is merely a facade, a shield she has erected to protect herself from the vulnerability of her true emotions. Beneath that icy exterior, I can sense a flicker of something else, something that consumes her from within, and it is this enigma that drives me to unravel the mystery that lies within her.

Every time our eyes meet, I catch a glimpse of a hidden pain that she tries so desperately to conceal. It is as if a tempest rages within her, tearing at the seams of her fragile facade. I yearn to understand the source of her anguish, to be the one who can offer solace and understanding in a world that has turned its back on her. For I know, deep down, that her hatred is not directed towards me, but towards the circumstances that have shaped her into the person she has become.

 The desire to uncover the truth behind her animosity consumes my every thought, driving me to delve into the depths of her troubled soul. I am willing to endure the torment of her disdain if it means I can bring her the peace she so desperately craves. With each passing day, my determination grows stronger, fueled by the unwavering belief that beneath her hardened exterior lies a vulnerable heart yearning to be understood. And so, I embark on a journey to unravel the tangled web of her emotions, ready to face any obstacle that stands in my way, for love knows no boundaries.

Deep within the recesses of my heart, a burning desire flickers like a forbidden flame. All I yearn for is to be more than just a mere friend in her eyes. I can sense the tenderness she holds for me, but my soul craves for her love, a love that surpasses the boundaries of friendship. Alas, her gaze never lingers upon me, and the mere thought of engaging in a heartfelt conversation with her seems like an unattainable dream.

Every time I catch a glimpse of her enchanting presence, my heart skips a beat, entangled in a web of longing. Oh, how I wish she would cast her eyes upon me, truly seeing the depths of my affection. I yearn for her to recognize the love that resides within my soul, a love that burns brighter than the sun. Yet, it seems as though I am but a ghost in her world, invisible and forgotten, for she refuses to even spare me a glance, let alone engage in a meaningful exchange.

The ache within my chest intensifies with each passing day, as the chasm between us widens. I am left to wonder if she will ever realize the depth of my devotion, if she will ever understand the unspoken words that linger on my lips. My heart longs for her touch, her laughter, and her love. Alas, it appears that fate has deemed our connection to be nothing more than a fleeting friendship, leaving me to yearn for a love that may forever remain unrequited.

The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew there was something mysterious about her. Her captivating gaze held secrets that begged to be unraveled. But as our paths crossed and our hearts intertwined, I couldn't help but notice a subtle change in her demeanor. It was as if she was avoiding me, keeping her distance, and I couldn't fathom why.

Whispers of her troubled past reached my ears, painting a picture of a family that suffocated her spirit. She had confided in me, revealing the oppressive nature of her kin. Their expectations weighed heavily on her delicate shoulders, chaining her to a life she never desired. It was a love forbidden by the very blood that flowed through her veins, a love that threatened to shatter the fragile harmony of her existence.

Her avoidance spoke volumes, a silent plea for understanding. I yearned to be her sanctuary, a safe haven where she could escape the clutches of her oppressive family. But the more I delved into her world, the more I realized the depth of the sacrifice she would have to make. Our love was a forbidden flame, destined to burn brightly but fleetingly. And yet, I couldn't resist the allure of her presence, the magnetic pull that drew me closer, despite the consequences that loomed over us.

It was a moonlit night, the kind that whispered secrets and ignited forbidden desires. As I stood beneath her window, my heart ached with longing. I knew I had to prove to her that avoiding me would only bring her more pain. Our love was destined, entwined in the fabric of our souls, and I was determined to show her the depth of my devotion.

With every fiber of my being, I believed that we were meant to be together. The world may have conspired against us, but I refused to let it tear us apart. I would go to the ends of the earth, defy all odds, just to prove to her that our love was worth fighting for. No obstacle was too great, no sacrifice too daunting, for the fire that burned within me was fueled by an unyielding passion.