𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐇: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞

'Tum azad ho mujhse, lekin mai kaid hu tum me.'

My lips curved into a smile as this line echoed in my ear early in the morning. 

The next thing I heard was the chirping of birds, and I quickly opened my eyes, reality coming into focus. 

I sat straight up in bed and glanced towards the balcony, where a few sun rays were visible against the blue sky. 

The sun was about to rise, so I walked towards the balcony.

It had been a month since he left me alone in the hospital. 

Neither of us had contacted each other since then, but I knew he was always watching over me, always protecting me. 

Every second, every minute, I felt his presence around me. 

It didn't matter whether it was his guards or security cameras around Ganga Ghat and Shiv Mandir; I felt safe knowing he was protecting me, fulfilling his responsibility, even though I had told him not to.

He wasn't the person I thought I knew. 

The reality is, I never made an effort to understand him truly. 

I never asked him about his side of the story. 

I was too consumed by my own suffering and pain, oblivious to the fact that he was suffering even more for me. 

If I cried, he cried; if I smiled, he smiled; if I was sad, he tried to cheer me up in every possible way he knew. 

He never changed himself because he didn't need to - he was perfect as a lover. 

He did what he believed was right - he fell in love with me, married me, and then fell even deeper in love with me with each passing second, each passing day.

I've witnessed so many couples getting divorced these days because one of them gets bored or no longer feels loved the way they used to. 

But he, he is different. 

His love is different. 

He fell for me, and to this day, he's still deeply in love with me. 

How can a person love someone this much? 

How can he love me so intensely that he cried, begged, and pleaded for me? 

How—just how? 

Can I ever be able to give back to him the amount of love he's given me? 

I guess never.

I remember vividly the moment I jumped into that river and began to breathe water, slipping into unconsciousness as I started seeing moments of my life. 

I couldn't breathe in the water and was about to die, but those few minutes between life and death showed me his side. 

People say that when someone is about to die, they start seeing the best moments of their life—and in my best moments, it was only him in my memories—his unspoken words that he constantly whispered to me while I lay in a coma.