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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*NISHTHA'S POV*:-
Three days had passed since I had come back some and something, nope, many things felt utterly fishy.
One, my family was behaving very strange around me, like they were walking on glass. Like they were hiding something from me.
Two, I felt like someone was around me. Someone was following me always, whenever I went out of my house.
Three, though I did not visit the hospital for the past few days, Mary had informed me that the hospital reception had stopped receiving Juliet Roses since I received that flower and the note from the stalker.
Weird. Confused.
Uncomfortable. Frustrated.
And Hurt.
I felt it all at once.
I couldn't think straight and for that reason I had applied for a week long leave from the hospital too. My mind would zone to the events that had taken place three nights ago.
Questions swirled in my mind at a speed that almost made me dizzy.
Whenever I got free, even if it was just for a moment my mind would flash the happenings of the past three days and start analysing like a psychologist.
It made me dizzy, tired and wanting to cry during the solace of the night, when no one would see me.
I felt like sh*t when my heart tried to justify Ranvijay's actions and trying to reason out with my mind which was ongoing a process to hate Ranvijay.
And when it did so- I hated the fact that I loved him so much.
Was it must that love hurts ?
But did I regret it ?
I couldn't.
I couldn't regret loving him when his mere name still made my heart beat.
But love always doesn't mean forgiveness right ?
It also means to forget.
And I had decided to forget Ranvijay, forget my love for him.
That was a harsh decision for me indeed, as it ached me to decide such a thing.
But then I would reason- bear this temporary ache rather than a life long regret of giving up on your self respect.
I had decided- I would sign on the divorce papers that Ranvijay had claimed that he would send me by the end of this week. Though, there was no new about it's progress yet.
