The Lost Love

Unveiling the Past

Rihaai stared at the blank page before her, the
weight of her tumultuous life pressing against her chest. Her pen hovered over the paper, unsure of where to begin. Frustration and anger rose inside her, seeking an escape through the ink that would soon tell her story.

The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing across the walls as if echoing the chaotic dance of emotions within Rihaai's heart. She was no stranger to struggle, having shouldered the responsibilities that life had thrown at her since childhood. The absence of her father, the burden of supporting her family, the toxicity of relatives—these were the threads that wove the fabric of her existence.

Just when Rihaai thought she had found stability, a storm from her past reappeared. Shay, the man she had loved and lost, stood at the storm's centre. His sudden return, more powerful and successful than ever, bewildered her. The wounds he left behind were still fresh, aching reminders of a love that had slipped through her fingers just a day before her father's demise.

Rihaai's confusion and frustration spilt onto the paper as she began writing down her thoughts. Shay's unexpected reappearance stirred a maelstrom of conflicting emotions within her. His proposal to marry her after five years was like a twist in a story she never expected to revisit.

She recalled the pain of his absence during the darkest times of her life when she needed him the most. He hadn't shown up as a friend or even as a compassionate human, let alone a lover. Now, he returned, claiming her as if nothing had changed. The proposition left her torn between excitement and scepticism.

Her life had become a monotonous rhythm, a mundane melody that played in the background of her daily struggles. Rihaai had secretly prayed for a break from the monotony, a hint of love to grace her life. But now that it stood before her, she hesitated. The scars of the past warned her not to trust this sudden twist of fate.

She had fought hard to reach where she was—having completed her masters
and carved a path for her career—her days as a workaholic had become a shield against the looming threat of depression. Yet, as she stood at this crossroads, the optimist within her whispered the possibility of a fairy tale.

Her internal battle raged on. Should she embrace the opportunity for love that had unexpectedly returned, or should she guard her hard-earned peace? The optimist urged her to run into Shay's arms, to believe that God had finally heard her pleas for a fairy tale ending. But the realist within her questioned the sincerity of his return.

With a deep breath, Rihaai began to write, pouring her conflicting emotions onto the page. The pen moved across the paper, giving voice to her inner turmoil and setting the stage for the unfolding chapters of her life.