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...
One evening, Zayan called Shreya on her birthday. Shreya was waiting for his wishes, I'm excitement and happiness, she said, "I know your could be busy whole day, but it's alright, I was waiting for yo........."
Zayan intrupted her and I have a new girlfriend!
She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. "You have a new girlfriend?" she repeated, her voice shaking.
"Yeah, I do," he said, his voice casual, like he was discussing the weather. "And I want you to talk to her."
She was stunned, but she agreed, hoping to understand why he would do this to her.
The conference call was a blur, the new girlfriend's voice a distant hum in her ear. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of pain, her heart shattered into a million pieces.
And then, the final blow: "By the way, happy birthday," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.
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She felt like she'd been slapped, her face burning with shame and hurt. He hadn't even remembered her birthday, hadn't even cared enough to wish her a genuine happy birthday.
But still, she loved him. Still, she held on to the hope that he would come back to her, that he would realize his mistake and beg for forgiveness.
Rhea's words echoed in her mind: "Your heart is a canvas, painted with vibrant colors...don't let him dull your hues."
But she couldn't help it. She was addicted to the pain, addicted to the love she felt for him, no matter how toxic it was......
