" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
"Tell me Baby did he make you feel the same way I did"
He slowly moved his nose on my cheek and grabbed me by my hips...
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" It's all done, Boss. I'll send you the details" Dhairya, my most trusted man, spoke from his side as I continued with cooking the chicken breast for myself. After he was done, I hung up and kept the discorded lane line telephone back at it's place.
Ooty. Every year, without fail, I come here. Not for her. Never for her. It’s for me—my own ritual, my own way of reminding myself who I am.
She cheated. And while I don’t hate her, I don’t feel a damn thing for her anymore either. What’s left is the waste—time spent on someone who wasn’t worth it. Time I can’t get back. That’s what irritates me. Not the betrayal, but the fact that I allowed it to matter back then.
On this day, I disappear. No calls, no meetings, no people. Just me. Alone. The world can wait. Ooty gives me that space—a place where no one expects anything from me. No one tries to understand. They wouldn’t get it anyway. It's not about grief or anger. It’s about purging the noise. The distractions. The memories.
I don't hate her, but I don’t want to hear her name. It’s a trigger—reminding me of a version of myself I buried a long time ago. A man who trusted too easily, who gave too much. That’s not me anymore. Now? I give nothing unless I choose to. I don’t get played. I play.
One day a year, I let everything go. Strip it all down to silence and the cold air of Ooty. It’s not about healing; it’s about clarity. A reset. After today, I’ll go back to life as usual, no attachments, no baggage. Just focused on what matters—myself, my goals, my life.
That’s the difference. I don’t dwell on the past. I learn from it, grow from it, and keep moving forward.
But there is one good thing in my life.
Diya.
My wife.
My light.
Diya has been changing me in ways I didn’t even see coming. She doesn’t have to ask or push; it just happens, like I’m evolving without realizing it. I’ve always been in control, always the one who stands apart, and yet here I am—wrapped around her without even trying to fight it.
