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The last time I met him before he left for Austria, it was the day of my parents'funeral.
The venomous relatives knew I was all alone having no shield to protect me. Some mocked , some talked shit and all I could do was cover my ears.
My maternal cousin breaks my favourite vase . I was helpless and they took full advantage of my vulnerable condition
He kept breaking many things that my parents once gifted me.
I cried telling him to stop.
My elder sister was about to raise her hand and I closed my eyes helpless.
But a strong pair of hands held her wrist tightly.
"Iss par ek kharoch bhi aaya na ! Sabko maar dunga" Shreyank Tripathi, stared at everyone with fierce anger.
I had already loved him since my childhood and now I devote him. I took the oath that I would never marry anyone of it's not him as my groom.
But he had to go and I had to live here struggling with my relatives,my cousins and the society
Ever since he left , I felt like the roof of protection collapsed and I'm helpless.
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Years, months and days passed,
He was returning ! and that moment felt like my shield was returning.
I pray to the Gods and Goddesses.
Only to be locked inside my room and the dreams of meeting him after ages shattered.
His Suhanvi waited forever.