LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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T R I S T A N

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Life is too short to hate someone and at the same. . . To love.
The first time I noticed Aarna was two years ago.
Two years ago when she lost her father and brother. I visited her home with Dad. She was crying that day, unaware of her surroundings. Dressed in a white kurta and puffy eyes. Her presence smelled of jasmine.
The fate didn't allow her to see their faces for one last time. I was sad and affected by seeing her.
I didn't feel anything for her back then. She was just a mere intern in my Grandmother's office.
Just a girl to whom I didn't give any attention.

The second I met her last year, at the design office, she splashed the ink on my shirt accidentally. I was furious, cause I was worried about finding Paris's father. Yet she apologised and had a smile on her face.

But the third time I saw her in New York. I despised her. Despised her existence because I felt exposed to her stares, as if she'd consume all of my miseries and melancholy I was going through.
She came here to marry some other guy who was indigestible to me.
I wanted to stay away from her. Not because I was weak but because I doubted if I'd be able to let my demons capture me in front of her.

And then it happened.
My mother asked me to marry her. Not in my dreams had I imagined being tangled in an arranged marriage to the only lady I'd been running from.
Ma had been diligent in her decision; she knew I'd never dare to cross her words, and I'd never step against her wishes. But somewhere inside I knew she would never take a decision that would break me.

Just like when I told my family about Paris on my twenty-fourth birthday. They were happier but my mother and grandmother were still uncertain about my relationship. They wanted me to take time and then decide if I wanted to marry Paris. I thought they were all correct when they said Paris and I are not made for each other.
She broke up with me.
And I knew. The world was against me.
I wanted to destroy myself. I wanted to demolish my existence cause of her betrayal.
I was a fool to even think of dying those days I realise it now.

Aarna's one phone call that evening when I stood at the cliff and the mere important thought of my family kept me a little but sane. Cause after that, I wasn't the same Tristan Rajvansh people loved, my mother loved, and Aarna developed a crush on.

I became distant.
I hid the part of me where they could see my emotions and judge me.
I did not give anyone the chance to shatter me or destroy my emotions. I kept them hidden.
If loving someone means showing affection, then I prefer to be the stone-hearted monster for them.

Stone-hearted Monster. I was prepared and ready to destroy the person who even thought of affecting me in any uncertain way.

And I met her.
I met Aarna.
Correction.
The stone-hearted monster inside me met Aarna.
She was the most enticing flower I thought the venom inside me could taint that. I was foolish. Cause she succeeded in wrapping my venom, my monster under her fragrance filled with love and warmth, care and affection, kisses and hugs I thought were fake.

Maybe I feel for her beyond the L word. Compassion, loyalty, possessiveness, obsession and everything dark. I can erase my demons to let her light in.

Aarna is mine.
Not because she says it but because I chose her to be mine.
She's never going to leave me.
She's never going to hurt me.
My heart knows.
Cause if this time happens, she even thinks of leaving me, I will not be able to stop my demons from destroying the world to get her.

I confessed to her I felt for her. Pure affection and love she had been craving to listen from my mouth.
Aarna.
Her name itself brings glory to my face. I'm so smitten with her.