Stolen Promises|| Completed

13. Sealing promises~ epilogue III

Note: So here we are, with the last update of this story. Writing it has been painful, and at the same time, heartwarming. The love these two share here is rare!

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~Trauma creates changes you didn't choose. But healing brings changes you choose for yourself~

Nandini had always heard that at points in life, only music has the ability to describe your deepest emotions and fears, but today she was living it. Two hours since he left, one and a half hour since Kabir and Aaryaman came to her house panicked, and helped her unconscious figure to bed and half an hour since she had this song on repeat, but it was only now that she was again feeling that ache in her heart. She thought she had gone numb but these lyrics had brought her back to life- a life filled of disappointments and pain. It was now that she was feeling the gravity of the situation, it was now that her mind was beginning to accept that he actually left, one hundred and twenty minutes ago.

Manti hu khuda tujhiko, tu hi toh rehbar mera,
Ab se khalipan me bhi tu, paas mere khada,
Tu hai nhi yahan, ye na yakeen hua,
Kaise karu ye khud se bayan!
Bikhri hu har jagah, mai ret ki tarah,
Na mere dard ki hai dawa!

The tears made their way out of her eyes, as she lay down on her side, clutching the pillow. It kept raining on the pillow, for a long time, her shoulders kept shaking, her sniffs being the only sound in the room. It was heart break earlier, it was an avalanche this time, threatening to destroy her existence. She had made it the last time when Manik left her, because she had not lost hope. Somewhere, a tiny ray existed, that used to tell her that one day, MaNan will meet again, but this time, it looked like he had taken away her sane mind. She knew he wasn't entirely wrong, she knew the constant hate he had been subjected to without any apparent fault of his had corroded him inside.

Hate is equally a strong emotion as love. If love heals you, makes you stronger, than hate can shred you into pieces and than smash it, making it almost impossible to glue. If love is heaven, hate is hell. Atleast love makes you smile, hate doesn't even have mercy enough to let you cry. It sucks your tears away, and you bleed inside, without a single sign outside. Hate not only tears your soul apart, but your abilities to be comfortable in your own skin, to trust, to smile are also taken away. It pushes you into a sucking hell hole of worthlessness, hopelessness and helplessness.

Sighing, she rolled on her side, aware of her friends waiting for her in the drawing room, but couldn't make herself go face them and instead, was lulled into a dreamless sleep.

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The car kept crossing the distance between Delhi and Shimla, but Manik was not aware of it. His mind might be aware of it, his heart was sure not. It was stuck in the redness of that particular pair of doe shaped eyes. He knew he had hurt her again, but even this time it was for her good, just like last time.

Manik Malhotra was a man of hopes and dreams, the same ones that he had been robbed of. He wanted nothing in life except to love and be loved, but this undeserving encounter with hate had him dying day by day until his heart actually gave up on love. And now, his crazy girl, was again threatening to fill up those scared spaces, and he was afraid it would be of no good.