"Let's break up." They spoke with a cold look but their eyes were filled by guilt.
"Thank god! You are fed up as well. One more thing, don't come back if you regret later." She spoke and left taking her belongings.
"How should I tell you, this is f...
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“If you don’t do it, she will again be like she was six months ago,” the woman threatened me.
“Mini, you won’t. She is mine, so think before you act,” the man said to Kamini.
“Only if you weren’t obsessed with her, she would’ve been in hell, Krish!” she barked.
“You! Listen up! If you don’t break up with her and walk out of her life, you won’t see tomorrow’s sun.” Krishak roared and disconnected the call. For the well-being of Yuvati, I resolved to do as told and called Yuvati to the café.
Why am I so weak? I told Yuvati I would keep her safe from everything. When we were first threatened by the Mehra duo, I told her no matter what happens, I wouldn’t let her go. But here I am about to break it. It has been six months since the accident. I fear her condition will be much worse than before. Two months ago, she recovered, and I had set up a date with her, but the threats started again, and they used my love and concern for her to make me break up.
That day, for the first time, I stood her up. I pretended to have forgotten her birthday and anniversary. The entire day she went around me smiling, hoping I would wish her, but I didn’t. I want her to hate me, to forget me.
I heard someone pull a chair, gaining my attention.
As she settled, I speak, “Yuvati, I need to talk to you.”
“Hmm. Me too!” she replied.
I summed up all my courage and spoke the words I dreaded.
“Let’s break up.” We spoke together.
I remembered the way we confessed four years ago. Together. Those three magical words which we said together, I still can’t help but recollect. Yuvati was eighteen, but she acted like she was older. She didn’t once act like a teenager. When others said that she is still eighteen, she won’t be sure about her feelings. She proved them wrong.
But now, when she said these words, I feel wrong. Not wrong about the fact that we are breaking up, but that she didn’t sleep last night, and her eyes are reflecting all the negative feelings. The ones which are the reason for pain and sorrow. I held my hand down to hide the stupidity I did, the one I never ought to do.
