I'd love To Be Your Last

Chapter-2

Amudha sat alone, staring out into the night. The rain drummed softly against her window, its steady rhythm a strange comfort in her solitude. Memories came unbidden, pulling her back to the days when Ayaan had been her entire world—when his laughter had been her joy, his presence a solace that she had once thought unbreakable.

They had been so young and so certain of each other. She could still remember the way he would hold her hand, his fingers entwined with hers as if he would never let go. Ayaan would look at her with such intensity, a quiet promise in his gaze that she had come to trust. “We’ll be together, no matter what,” he had told her one night, his voice soft, filled with a confidence she had never thought to question. “Nothing in this world can keep me from you.”

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

She chuckled to herself, a hollow sound that echoed in her empty room. “Why, fate?” she murmured, almost as if challenging the silence around her. “Why would you let us find each other, only to tear us apart?” She felt the bitterness seep through her words, yet the question lingered in her heart. If their love had been so strong, if they had been so perfect together, why had life turned its back on them? Why had he been taken from her without ever really leaving?

She remembered the night of the accident as though it were etched into her soul. A call, rushed voices, doctors explaining that he had survived but that there had been “complications.” The doctor’s voice had felt like knives in her ears as he explained that Ayaan remembered nothing—none of the days, the promises, the countless moments that had knit their lives together.

She closed her eyes, sinking deeper into her memories, recalling how she had clung to hope. For weeks, she had told herself that he would remember, that one day he’d look at her and know, deep in his soul, who she was to him. She had gone to visit him once, trembling with hope, only to see a stranger’s eyes looking back at her. His gaze had been polite, distant, as though she were merely someone passing through his life. And then, he had moved on without her, as if their love had never existed at all.

Now, three years later, he was marrying someone else. A woman chosen by his family, a woman who could offer him a life that Amudha had once dreamed of sharing with him. She had seen his engagement photo—he was smiling, his arm around the woman who looked at him with a love that was painfully familiar, a love Amudha once thought would be hers alone. And the bitter irony cut her deeply.

“Why did we ever meet if this was our ending?” she whispered to the night, a strange laugh slipping from her lips. There was a sense of absurdity to it all, like a cruel joke played by fate itself. “Why would fate bring us together only to tear us apart?”

There were no answers. Only silence, and the steady sound of the rain. She thought about how people always said that everything happens for a reason, that God had a plan even if they couldn’t see it. And yet, sitting there, all she could feel was the emptiness of a future that once held so much promise.

“Maybe… maybe God does have a plan,” she murmured, though the words felt hollow. “Maybe someday I’ll understand why this happened. Why we fell in love at all if it was never meant to last.”

She laughed softly, the sound tinged with sadness, a bitter acceptance settling over her. Sometimes, she thought, life didn’t offer reasons or answers. Sometimes, fate simply wove threads that made no sense, patterns of joy and heartbreak tangled together in ways no one could ever hope to unravel.