MANAS BAJAJ -
Ceo of Bajaj Industries. A handsome dashing man with a cold devilious face void of any emotions
but heart which has thousands of painfull memories burried in it. HE is fire🔥 .He is every girls ultimate dream where every girls goes b...
The echo of that slap still stings my cheek even though it's been seven years. I remember my desperate pleas, my heartache, the way I begged her not to leave me. "Please, please don't leave me. I can't live without you. Please, let's try to work on our relationship. I will do everything you want. Stay with me. Stand by me, please. We will make everything right." But she did leave, and that slap was the final punctuation to my pleading.
I woke up with a start, the familiar pain in my chest a constant reminder of the past I can't seem to escape. My dreams are haunted by her, and the memories are as fresh as the day she walked out of my life. The echo of that slap is like a ghost, lingering in my mind. It's been seven years, and the pain feels as raw as ever. I don't understand how I can't move past it, how she can still be such a part of my thoughts.
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I forced myself out of bed, trying to shake off the remnants of that haunting dream. I needed to get ready for work. I slipped into my navy blue suit, the uniform of a man who had traded his heart for a semblance of normalcy. I went down to the dining table, ate breakfast in silence, and left for Bajaj Industries without uttering a word to anyone.
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IN the office
At the office, I kept to myself. "Miss Jonita, bring my coffee and files to my cabin. Hurry up," I instructed my assistant, barely glancing at her as she scurried off. I ignored the stares and whispers of my colleagues, their curiosity palpable. I could feel their eyes on me, a burning scrutiny that made me want to retreat further into my shell. I chuckled bitterly at the thought. I sat at my desk, opening my laptop, and there it was—her photo. I hated how it still managed to pierce through the armor I'd tried so hard to build. I buried myself in work, trying to drown out the memories, but they lingered stubbornly.
By 8 p.m., I wrapped up my tasks and headed home. I usually stayed late to avoid my empty apartment, but today, exhaustion from the day's work—or maybe the dream—pushed me to return earlier. I took a hot shower, hoping the steam would clear my head, and collapsed onto my bed. Sleep overtook me quickly, a temporary escape from the thoughts that plagued me.
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The next morning, I woke up hungry. I hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous day. I went through the motions of getting ready, grabbing a quick bite, and heading back to the office. Meetings and reports filled my day, and I returned home late once again. I wasn't in the mood for dinner, so I went straight to my room, changed, and sat down with my laptop to do some more work.
The rain began to fall heavily, and I found myself drawn to the balcony with a cup of coffee in hand. I watched the downpour, feeling a sense of melancholy wash over me. The rain reminded me of that day—the day everything changed. It ruined so much for me: my family, my relationships, all because of her.
I'm not on good terms with my family, especially my father. The rift between us is deep, and it's something I can never fully forgive. I can't share my pain with anyone because I am alone, and that solitude cuts deeper than any physical wound. It's the very thing I feared most: being alone for my entire life, despite not being at fault. They hate me, they ignore me, and it tears me apart.
I can't let anyone see my vulnerability. If I show my pain, I'm afraid I'll lose more—maybe even lose myself. I can't afford to be an open book, not when I've already lost so much.
