Lifeending Stories

As I pulled the slide back of my Colt 1911 this was the round that was going to end it all.

He asked the stars when he would find her. They told him between 23 and 24. She would initiate. She would have calm eyes that look straight into your soul. They were right about everything. Ayan is not your typical hero. He cooks his own lunch. He helps with laundry. He set rules for love before he even found it - because he had been broken twice and he knew exactly what he needed. He needed honesty. He needed purity. He needed someone who would never make him compete. What he got was Priyanka - a girl from a village near Guwahati with sharp eyes and jasmine shampoo - who asked for his number first. This is not a story about fireworks. This is a story about a life - told in seasons. A courtship that moved slowly and honestly. A marriage built on meals shared and words kept. Children. Grandchildren. Arthritis. A birthday cake baked with aching hands. And a final line written in a notebook under a pillow that will break your heart completely. A love story for people who are tired of fake love stories. This one is real. Or close enough to real that it hurts. 🖤