𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

1. Addiction.

"Addiction is what you call it when you can’t live without something, and she is my addiction. She’s not just adorably cute, beautiful, and pretty—she’s also intelligent and sharp. Half of her beauty lies in her brain. How can someone be so perfect?" I whispered to myself, gazing at the stars from the terrace of my house.

"Lately, I’ve realized just how insanely whipped I am for her."

"Tomorrow is the last day of school—our farewell. I don’t know how she feels about me, but somehow, I didn’t even notice when she went from being my worst enemy, my academic rival for the past two years, to becoming my deepest addiction. My obsession. The one person I want to spend my life with. She became my love."

I paused, the memories flooding back. "I still remember that time when one of my classmates proposed to her. God, the way the blood in my veins boiled. I wanted to destroy that idiot—bash his head into the desk until he bled out, every last drop. But then... she handled it. She slapped him in front of the entire class and dragged him to the principal’s office. I was so damn impressed. I remember thinking, ‘That’s my girl.’”

Now, looking down at the infinity pendant in my hand, its silver surface glinting under the starlight, I whispered, "Tomorrow, I’m going to propose to her. This pendant... it’s a symbol of my love, my promise. I don’t know what I’ll say, but there’s something deep inside telling me she likes me too. But I won’t assume anything... not until she says it."

(The pendant)

I kissed the pendant gently, then sighed. "Tomorrow, I’ll make you mine, little love," I said to myself, heading to my room. Tomorrow had to be perfect.

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The Next Day at School:

An hour had passed since I arrived at the farewell party, and still, I hadn’t caught a single glimpse of her. I was restless, my heartbeat louder than the music in the background. Dressed in a black blazer, white shirt, and matching black trousers, I felt as though time was moving painfully slow. I glanced at my wristwatch, every second stretching into eternity.

I couldn't help but wonder, "What is she wearing?" The thought of her in a saree flashed in my mind. "Oh my God..." I breathed. "I don’t know if I’ll survive seeing her today."

(Listen to the song "Piya Aaye Na" for a more immersive experience.)

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Two Hours Later:

More than two hours had passed, and she still hadn’t shown up. My patience was thinning, my nerves fraying with every passing minute. Unable to contain my restlessness any longer, I approached one of her friends, desperate for any information.

"She’s leaving for India today," her friend said casually.

"What the fuck?" My heart sank. Panic gripped me as I bolted out of the party and rushed to the airport. How could she leave without telling me?

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At the Airport:

I ran through the terminal, frantically scanning the crowd. And then, I saw her.

The world stopped.

Her back was turned to me, her figure slightly obscured by the crowds. But from the angle where I was standing, I could just make out the curve of her face—barely visible in the dim light of the terminal. My breath caught in my throat, every muscle freezing.

But it wasn’t just her that I saw.

There was a man, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to him. Her hand... that hand that I dreamed of holding, was gently caressing his back, moving in slow, soothing strokes. The way she touched him, it was... tender, intimate. My chest constricted painfully.

No. No, this can't be real.

Everything inside me broke apart. The sound of my heart shattering felt louder than the world around me. Rage, confusion, betrayal—each emotion hit me like a freight train, one after another, until I couldn’t breathe.

She was supposed to be mine.

She knew. She had to know how I felt about her. Every look we shared, every conversation—it all meant something. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t wrong. She liked me too. So why? Why would she leave without telling me? Why would she betray me like this?

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood, but the pain was nothing compared to what I felt inside. The image of her holding him, comforting him, was burned into my mind. How could she touch someone else like that? How could she lie to me like this, without ever saying a word?

"I hate her," I whispered through gritted teeth, each word thick with venom. "I hate her for not telling me. For betraying me like this. For playing with my feelings. For using me."

The fury was overwhelming now, consuming every thought, every emotion. It burned, igniting a fire in me that I couldn't put out.

"I FUCKING HATE HER!”
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