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...
Time passed and she accepted that someday Zayan will change to better if she will keep putting efforts....
One day she found a tutuion for compititive exam and started going there with her 2 female friends.
One female friend was named khushi... she gave the girl's number to other boys so that she can talk her boyfriend, but accidentally, Shreya's number got circulated and she got unusual and unknown texts so she told Zayan about it....
She said, "Khushi gave my number to other guys and now they're blowing up my phone," frustration etched on her face.
His expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "What's Khushi's problem?" he growled. "I'll talk to her."
But as he started typing away on his phone, his anger seemed to escalate. His face reddened, his jaw clenched, and his words became laced with venom.
"Wait, calm down," she said, feeling a shiver run down her spine. "It's not a big deal."
But he wouldn't listen. He kept ranting, his anger boiling over like a cauldron. She realized, with a start, that she had never seen him like this before. His anger was palpable, terrifying even.
"Stop, please," she said, trying to placate him. "You're scaring me."
But he just kept going, his words becoming more and more menacing. And in that moment, she knew she had to reevaluate their relationship. Was this really love, or was she just trapped in a toxic cycle?
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Somehow that day, Shreya handled the situation but again, she realized that Zayan is still the one with lot of anger and disguise!
Her love now converted into the classic "blind love" scenario.
One day while returning back from the turuon, Khushi pulled her aside, concern etched on her face. "Girl, I'm telling you, he's not good for you. The way he blew up over me giving out your number? That's not normal. He's got anger issues."
But she just shook her head, defending him. "You don't understand, Khushi. He loves me. He's just passionate, that's all."
Khushi raised an eyebrow. "Passionate? He's possessive, is what he is. And it's not healthy."
But she wouldn't listen. She was too far gone, too deeply invested in the relationship. She couldn't see the warning signs, couldn't see that his anger was a symptom of a deeper issue.
"I know what I'm doing, Khushi," she said, her voice firm. "I love him, and I'm not going to leave him over one little incident."
Khushi sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
And with that, the conversation was over. But deep down, she knew Khushi was right. She was just too afraid to admit it, too afraid to face the truth about her boyfriend's toxic behavior.....
