Be Mine

16. You -Me To "Us"💖

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A A K R I T I

Anger, often regarded as one of the most destructive emotions, now weighs heavily upon me like an oppressive burden. Its relentless grip has torn apart the fragile fabric of trust and love between Adi and me, leaving behind a trail of regret and sorrow.

In my rage, I accused Adi of an affair with his receptionist, oblivious to the truth that she is his sister. The sharp sting of realisation cuts deep as I reflect on how my unchecked emotions led me to hurl accusations without pausing to hear his side of the story. How could I have been so blinded by anger that I failed to give him the chance to explain?

When I entered Adi's office today, my intention was clear—to confront our unresolved issues and finally allow him to clarify misunderstandings. Yet, in a whirlwind of emotions, I let my anger dictate my actions, inflicting wounds that may never fully heal. Now, I'm left grappling with the aftermath of my impulsive behavior, grappling with the consequences of my impulsive actions.

Recalling the days when Adi showered me with affection and care, I see how my doubts overshadowed the genuine love he has always shown me. Despite his earnest efforts to mend our relationship and seek reconciliation, my heart remains clouded with doubt and mistrust. It pains me to admit that my anger has created a rift between us, jeopardising the bond we once cherished.

The decision I made hastily—to entertain thoughts of marrying someone else without fully understanding my own feelings—now haunts me deeply. I see clearly how my actions have wounded Adi, shattered the trust between us, and cast a shadow over the love we once shared. The weight of regret bears down on me, knowing that my words and actions have inflicted irreparable damage on our relationship.

Now, as I grasp the depth of Adi's love for me, I am humbled. All those moments he expressed his love, I doubted him, convinced of his insincerity. Yet now, I realise the truth—he loved me wholeheartedly, even when circumstances forced him to make painful decisions. His sacrifice, to protect me at the cost of his own happiness, speaks volumes about his selflessness and devotion.

The tattoo etched on his chest, a symbol of his unwavering commitment to me, now serves as a poignant reminder of his enduring love. I ruefully acknowledge how blind I have been, how my reckless actions and hasty decisions have wounded him beyond measure. I despise myself for doubting him, for failing to trust in the sincerity of his feelings and intentions.

As I sat on the sofa, contemplating how to mend the shattered pieces of our relationship, determination set in. I knew what I had to do—seek Adi's forgiveness and strive to restore our bond. For over thirty minutes, I remained there, gathering my resolve and rehearsing the words I needed to say. It was time to move past "you" and "me" and embrace "us" once more.

With newfound determination, I rose from the sofa and made my way to Adi's desk. My phone lay there, its screen darkened from neglect. Beside it, I noticed a small photo frame, catching my attention.

As I lifted the photo frame, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The picture captured me in a vibrant pink saree, my smile beaming with joy from my uncle's wedding—the very first time I had adorned such traditional attire. I remembered vividly how Adi had eagerly requested all 106 photos from that special day, his desire to cherish each moment palpable in his eyes.