What A Beautiful Face She Has

Ruined

Author's POV:

It was 6 in the morning. Birds were chirping and everyone's daily routine had begun.

While everyone was busy focusing on their schedule, there was a guy sleeping without caring about his life.

Plates with half-eaten junk food, sugary items, and beverages were scattered around his room, and he was sleeping without getting disturbed. Marijuana packets were lying on the floor.

This was his daily routine: eating, stress-eating sugary items, smoking marijuana, and sleeping. In these five months, he had spoiled his health and had become a victim of stress eating. To cope with the stress, he found comfort in junk food and sugary beverages. Due to excessive sugar consumption, he had put on a lot of weight, but he was least bothered about it.

Mathew’s POV:

I was in deep slumber. I woke up with a jerk when I heard someone's voice.

I sat on the bed and covered both my ears with my hands.

"Stop, stop..."

"But, I like you so much. Ennaku ungala rombo pudikkum. Don't do this to me."
(I like you a lot. Please don’t do this to me.)

"Why? Ipo enna hurt pannanu sonna you’ll be happy la. So, to make you happy, I’ll tell you something. Ama, they hurt me, badly. Podhuma? Epome neenga solluveengala 'Gunda iruke' nu, adhe dhaan avangalum solli kalaichanga. Podhuma? Happy? Venumna poi avanga kooda katchi serndhu enna hurt pannunga, ponga."
(Why? You'll be happy if I tell you they hurted me, right? So I’ll tell you something that will make you happy, yes, they hurt me. All the time you used to call me fat; they said the same thing and mocked me. Happy? If you want, go, join them and hurt me too. Go.)

These words were echoing in my mind again and again.

Who was uttering those words? I’d been hearing such voices for the past two months. What’s wrong with me?

I guess I have to meet a psychiatrist.

I stood up from the bed and decided to go to the washroom, but my head started spinning. I felt dizzy and fell back onto the bed.

Aahhh, my head is aching too. What’s wrong with me?

After I became normal, I headed to the washroom. I washed my face and gazed into the mirror.

I was shocked to see my face. I had become obese and my face was so bloated I looked unrecognisable.

Then, I grabbed my car keys and decided to go to the beach for a walk. I locked my house and drove to Besant Nagar Beach.

I parked the car and started walking towards the sea.

The fresh air was blowing on my face. While walking, I saw a happy couple chasing each other playfully.

Suddenly, I yearned for that kind of love, but I never found it.

All girls who were with me were gold-diggers. No one was ever true to me.

I came out of my thoughts and focused on walking toward the beach.

That’s when someone bumped into me.

"Sorry, sorry bro..." that person said, and looked at my face.

My face relaxed on seeing him.

"Hey, Ranjeet," I said.

He looked at me in confusion.

"Enna da? Epdi iruka?"
(Hey, how are you?)

"Is it Mathew?" he asked.