This story is for those who have loved and lost, who have experienced the pain of heartbreak and the ache of longing. It's for those who have held on to the memories of a past love, and for those who have struggled to move on from the grief of losin...
They spent the next few days together, cherishing every moment. They laughed, loved, and lived in their own little world, free from the disapproval of her mother.
But Shreya wasn't aware of a sudden fate that was going to hurt her...
At first, it was just a subtle shift in his behavior. He would say things that hurt her feelings, dismissing her emotions with a careless word. She brushed it off as stress or fatigue, but deep down, she felt a growing unease.
One day, his words cut too deep, and she found herself crying uncontrollably. She couldn't understand why he would say such hurtful things. Hadn't he promised to always be there for her?
Despite the pain, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She felt stuck, like she was trapped in a cycle of hurt and apology. She threw herself into her studies, using academic rigor as a distraction from the turmoil in her heart.
But the overthinking began to consume her. She analyzed every conversation, every text, every gesture. She wondered if she was the problem, if she was too sensitive or too needy.
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Determined to save the relationship, she tried to talk to him about it. "Please be more careful with your words," she pleaded. "You hurt me when you speak like that."
He apologized, promising to do better, but the pattern continued. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, never knowing when the next hurtful comment would come.
Still, she held on, convinced that their love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle. But the doubts lingered, whispering in her ear, "Is this really love?"
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She confronted him, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why do you say such hurtful things? You promised to always be there for me."
He shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "I was just joking. Don't be so sensitive."
"Just joking?" she repeated, incredulous. "Your words cut deep. Can't you see that?"
He sighed, "Fine. Sorry. Can we move on now?"
She felt a surge of frustration. "Move on? That's it? No explanation, no effort to understand why I'm hurt?"
"What do you want me to say?" he snapped. "I said sorry. Isn't that enough?"
"No, it's not enough," she said, her voice firm. "I want you to understand that your words have power. They can hurt or heal. Choose your words carefully."
"I'll try," he muttered. "But you need to relax too. Don't be so uptight all the time."
"I can't believe I never noticed you in school," she said, her eyes wide with wonder. "We were in the same classes, same hallways, and yet...I never saw you still loved you by my whole heart."
He laughedand said "I know. I was just a ghost to you, invisible and unnoticed."
"But why?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did I never see you?"
He shrugged, his expression introspective. "Maybe I wasn't ready to be seen. Maybe I was waiting for the right moment, the right person."
"But you came back to me," she reminded him, her voice soft. " and you chose to love me."
He said "I did. I loved you, even when I didn't know you. My heart knew, even if my mind didn't."
She said, "I loved you too, from afar. I watched you, admired you, and hoped that one day you'd see me."
She then thought that everything is again alright and now Zayan will love her like before...
