Be Mine

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I hurt her. I ended everything with my own hands. But it was necessary for her, for her safe life. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. The weight of my decision, the pain it caused me, felt like an unending burden. The memories of our chats and calls were deeply cherished by me, and I still hold onto everything about her.

My chain of thoughts broke when I heard her next line.

"What did you say that day? Do you even remember or forget like you forgot me..." she said loudly, her voice cracking with emotion.

Her words cut through me like a knife. I could empathize with her perspective; she had every right to be hurt and angry. But I also went through my own hell during that time. The love we shared was something I had never wanted to let go of, yet circumstances forced my hand.

"Are you here or lost again? If I see you lost in thoughts one more time, I swear, I will slap you hard," she said, her frustration boiling over.

Her words jolted me back to the present. I could see the fire in her eyes, a mixture of hurt and anger. I didn't want to make things worse.

"Ohh, nothing. I was thinking about our past, about that da-day..." I replied slowly, my voice trailing off as I struggled to find the right words. I was making a note to never get lost in thoughts in front of her again. I didn't want to give her another reason to be upset, and I definitely didn't want to get slapped.

"Tum aaram karo aur shant ho jao. Jyada mat socho, mai sab thik kar dunga," I said, trying to comfort her, hoping to ease her pain.

"Thik kar doge? Kya thik karna reh gaya hai, huh? Zinda laash bana ke chod diya tha, is baar kya puri tarah mar doge?" she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone.

Her words were like poison, each one more painful than the last. She shot a glaring look in my direction, her eyes filled with a mix of fury and sorrow. It was clear that my attempt to comfort her had backfired spectacularly.

Her gaze was intense, unwavering, and it felt like she could see right through me, to the depths of my guilt and regret. Her words were causing me pain. Each one felt like a sharp dagger piercing my heart, leaving me wounded and vulnerable.

I stood there, feeling the weight of her anger and the sadness that underpinned it. I wanted to reach out to her, to hold her, to tell her how much I still cared. But I knew that anything I said or did now would only make things worse. The silence between us was heavy, filled with all the things left unsaid, and I was left standing there, feeling utterly helpless.

"Listen to me. I know what I did was wrong, but you can't judge me without hearing my side," I insisted, trying to keep my voice steady.

"What's your side?" she asked, cutting right to the heart of what I had been longing to explain for so long.

"Okay, hear me out on this. When I told you that my dad was calling me, remember what I said?" I started, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Do you think I will trust you this time? When you break my trust last time?" she shot back, her voice dripping with anger.

"Please, listen onc-" I was practically begging her to understand my point of view.

"I don't want to know your side. Am I clear? Bhaad mai jao tum aur tumhara explanation," she said as she moved towards the cabin door.