"The Strongest hearts have the most scars."
people who pretend to be strong are not really very strong .
Divya, a strong, independent women with her hollow heart was longing for the love she needed from her parents but did she got? nope!!!
she lo...
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...... Divya's pov
I woke up around 6 in the morning. Yes the time he was already gone. The side of the bed where he was sleeping, it's empty. Worse. Silent. He didn't even speak to me before going. It hurts that he didn't even say anything to me before he goes. Like take care. Anything.
I checked my phone and there was a notification from his number.
Hey,I'm sorry I had to go unannounced because I didn't want to wake you up .you were sleeping so peacefully. So Take care. Meet you after five days.
Meet you after five days.
So, he did message before leaving. But he should have woken me. I wanted to hug him.
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What do you think. If you miss a person would you do anything to hear from him. Would you go beyond everything to meet him.
Exactly if you are actually missing someone only then. Right.
If Viraj was missing me he would have called or atleast texted me. But in these five days, there was no single traces of him. Maybe whatever it was happening between us. It was all a facade. Or maybe he actually realised what a nuisance I'm. What he was actually doing. Maybe he realised that I'm not the one he deserves.
I'm scared that once he comes back from Bengaluru. Things might not be the same. Maybe Viraj will change his attitude with me. No more flirt comments. No more intense staring. No more closeness. I'm scared to see that edge of this relationship.
Initially. The two days I waited for him to call me, ask me about my health that he does while he was here in Delhi. But he didn't.
No calls. No text. Not a single word from his side.
And after two days. I was having conflicts with myself that if I should call him first or not. And in all that conflicts I switched off my phone. And decided not to call him. Because my fingers were itching to call him. Hear his voice. Holds his hands while having night walk. But he wasn't here. I was missing him very badly.
It was like we were in a competition on who will initiate the call. Who would call first. And I wanted him to call me. And ask me if I was doing fine or not. But he didn't.
In these five days. I have visited Mummy ji's Nurture. The NGO.
There I met Samantha. A girl in her 19's, raped by her ex-boyfriend.
He was a well educated and respected man but he raped her. And she is pregnant.
"Why are you carrying the baby Samantha. It's not ok" she smiled at me sadly.
"It's ok for me. Really Divya. I know it's very tragic once the baby gets to know how he was born out of forced sex. But trust me. I'm not worrying about that. I will always love my baby."
