TO BE CHOSEN

TO BE CHOSEN

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jul 11, 2026
"Happy Anniversary, Kavya." The words left her lips in a whisper. There was no one to hear them. Kavya sat alone at the dining table, staring at the small chocolate cake she had baked with her own hands. Seven candles. Seven years of marriage. Seven years of loving the same man. The candles had almost melted completely. Just like her hope. Her eyes drifted to the empty chair across from her. Reyansh's chair. The chair she had been staring at for the last four hours. She looked at her phone again. 11:58 PM. No calls. No messages. Nothing. Kavya laughed softly. The sound broke into a sob before she could stop it. How foolish. At twenty-six, she had imagined marriage would be filled with laughter, late-night conversations, surprise hugs, and stolen kisses. Instead, she spent most nights talking to an empty chair. The front door suddenly opened. Her heart leaped. For one pathetic second, she became that hopeful young bride again. The one who believed her husband would choose her. Reyansh walked in. He looked exhausted. His eyes landed on the cake. On the candles. On the decorations hanging in the living room. A brief look of confusion crossed his face. Then realization. "Damn." One word. Just one word. Not "Happy Anniversary." Not "I'm sorry." Not even a smile. Just... "Damn." Kavya felt something inside her shatter. Not her heart. That had broken years ago. It was the last tiny piece that still believed things could change. "I forgot," Reyansh said quietly. Forgot. The word cut deeper than any insult ever could. Because you can only forget things that don't matter. And for the first time, Kavya wondered if she had ever mattered at all. A tear slipped down her cheek. Reyansh noticed it. For a second, guilt flashed across his face. But guilt wasn't love. And after seven years, Kavya was tired of surviving on crumbs. She stood up. Walked to the cake. And blew out every candle herself.
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