Once upon a time, in a quiet corner of the world, there lived a girl who was no stranger to love. She had felt its warmth, embraced its comfort, but also endured the pain it could bring. Love had been her companion for a long time, but it had wounded her deeply. The scars were fresh, and though she had healed, the fear lingered. She had promised herself never to return to that vulnerable place again.
But one day, standing at the edge of the road, she found herself contemplating the unknown. "What will happen if I keep going?" she wondered. The thought lingered like a cloud in her mind, hovering just out of reach. It was then, in the stillness of that moment, that a man appeared beside her.
He was an unusual figure, speaking in a way that caught her off guard. "You see," he began, his voice steady but distant, "I donât really like the world. There are many things I donât understand or care for." There was something about him that drew her in, despite her fears. He wasn't like anyone she'd ever met.
They talked. At first, it was about simple thingsâlife, the world, fleeting conversations that danced around the edges of something deeper. But as the days went by, their connection grew. The man spoke with a certainty she hadn't known in a long time. "Of course, I will do anything for you," he said one evening, his words full of promise. And the girl felt a glimmer of hope stir within her. "This is what Iâve always wanted," she thought. A person who would love her completely, someone who would be there for her no matter what.
For a week or two, they shared their lives through conversationsâslowly, cautiouslyâand then, the inevitable moment came. The man proposed. He asked if she would allow him to love her, to be by her side. She hesitated but eventually agreed, on one condition. "You must succeed in life," she told him. "I will be made for you, but I will act like a guardian, someone who loves you enough to push you toward your dreams. I want you to be the best version of yourself."
He nodded, accepting her terms. He was willing to do whatever it took to prove his love. But there was something more, a warning she gave him. "Whoever I love," she confessed, "they always seem to leave me. It's as if Iâm cursed." The man smiled softly and replied, "No worries. I wonât leave. Iâll be here with you."
With that, the girl opened up to him. She shared the secrets of her past, the pain she had endured, the parts of herself she had locked away from the world. "I donât like blaming others for things they didnât do," she said. "Iâve been blamed too many times before, and itâs left its mark on me."
The man listened carefully, but only a short time later, something changed. In a moment of weakness or misunderstanding, he blamed her for something she hadnât done. It was a betrayal of the very thing she had trusted him with. Hurt and disappointed, the girl left him without a second thought.
That same day, she received an email. The words were unexpected, heartfelt, and full of longing.
"I know it's hard for you to think about a relationship now...
Take your time... we have a lot of time...
I'm someone who is used to being alone.
So, I'll be waiting... for my time... if I ever have a situation with my exam... I'll come to meet you... otherwise, I'll come to you after my exam...
We have to wait for the magic to happen...
You can also test me, in this time...
If I don't come to you after May... it means I'm in some trouble...
My contact: xxxxxxxx
My personal email is the one Iâm texting you with...
If you can't reach me with this... it means I'm no more... if you want to confirm that... use my father's contact... he knows your language well... ask my status as you are my friend... his contact: xxxxxxxx...
'I know it's hard for you to talk Bear your soul and open up... Can't pretend to understand I'll be here to hold your hand'
'I will wait for you' 'I will wait for you.'
Take care and study well, Kittu... Iâm responsible for everything, Kittu...
If you have moved on... just drop me a message, 'donât come to my place'... or else Iâll be coming there, which will be disturbing for you...
Stay smiling and happy, Kittu...
I love you always, my Kittu..."
The email ended with those wordsâwords that lingered in her heart, words that stirred a mix of emotions she wasnât sure how to handle. She wasnât sure what the future held, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if perhaps this time, things would be different. Perhaps love, with all its complexities, could find a way back to her again.
The girl never responded to that email. Instead, she chose to wait. She believed in the power of patience, in the beauty of time revealing what was meant to be. Deep down, she knew he would come one day, and when he did, it would be a moment she had long dreamed of. She imagined it vividlyâthe day he would stand before her, having achieved his dreams, and with a look of awe and excitement, he would say, "Oh my god, this is the moment Iâve been waiting for. You are my queen from now on, and I am your king. Please, allow me to be your king. Please allow me to make you my queen."
In her mind, she saw him asking her parents for her hand, respectfully and with all the sincerity in his heart. "May I have your daughter?" he would ask, and she could picture her parents, smiling and proud, nodding in approval. This moment wasnât just a fantasy; it was a dream she held close to her heart. It wasnât that she didnât love himâshe loved him deeply, more than words could express. Even though they had only known each other for a few weeks, the bond they shared was real. She felt it in every conversation, in every glance. It was something special, something rare.
But she kept her feelings inside, believing that he would understand her in time. She trusted that he would work hard, chase his dreams, and when he was ready, he would come back to her. She wanted him to succeedânot for selfish reasons, not because she needed him to be someone of status or wealthâbut because she believed in his dreams. Every daughterâs parents, after all, want their child to marry someone successful, someone who can provide a stable future. And she knew that her parents, like many others, would want the same for her. But for her, success wasnât a condition for love. She would marry him whether he was successful or not because her love wasnât dependent on his accomplishments.
She wanted him to succeed for his own sake, because it was his dream, and she believed that every person should fulfill their dreams, no matter how big or small, no matter how long it takes or how frightening the journey might be. Dreams are meant to be pursued, and she wanted him to reach his goals, not for her, but for himself.
However, she also knew that being with him now, before he had achieved what he wanted, could distract him. She feared that her presence could pull him away from his studies and his aspirations, and so she made a difficult choice. She distanced herself from him, even though it hurt her deeply. It wasnât easy, but she believed it was the best thing she could do for both of their futures. She was willing to endure the pain of separation if it meant he could focus on his dreams.
Two days later, another email appeared in her inbox. She hesitated for a moment before opening it. The words were familiar, tender, and heartfelt.
"I'm waiting for you... my dear friend for life.
I mention you as my friend because I always wanted you as my friend... a friend with whom I can sing and drive... a friend with whom I can travel long distances without getting bored... a friend with whom I can sit and watch the movement of waves at the seashore or the movement of clouds atop a hill.
For me... you are not someone who came just like that and went just like that.
For me... you are my soulmate.
You may get into another relationship... or you may feel that staying with yourself is the best way to live... or you may get married to someone in a few years...
I need you... your presence... your physical presence... next year... in the month of June...
Iâm coming to your place, not to share something... not to speak something... Iâm not there for anything other than seeing someone, whom I love and respect more than myself, with my own eyes... in real life...
Once I earn my career, Iâll find you for sure... even without your help... itâs not a challenge... itâs my promise.
Promises are meant to be broken, I know... but understand, Iâm not with you to break this promise. If I keep my promise and find you one day...
Be ready for endless smiles... thatâs something I love in you.
Take care, my dear special friend...
Iâll come to you... my dear friend...
All the best for your exams, Kittu...
Hearty wishes from your friend... DA."
As she read the email, her heart ached. She missed him, missed the closeness they once shared, and yet she knew she had made the right decision. She would continue to wait, not just for him, but for the right momentâwhen their paths would align once more. She believed that if it was meant to be, they would find each other again, and when that time came, they would both be ready.
For now, she focused on her own journey, trusting that time would reveal what was meant to be.
The girl sat in silence, the weight of everything pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her hands trembled as she stared at the screen, at the messages that had shattered her heart into a million pieces. She had been patient, waiting for him, believing in him, trusting that he would come back to her once he had found his success, once he had made something of himself. It wasnât that she needed him to be successful for herselfâno, she would have loved him no matter what. She had loved him from the moment they met, when their connection felt so instant, so deep, so real. But she understood that every daughterâs parents want their child to marry someone stable, someone with a future. She wanted him to fulfill his dreams, to become the person he wanted to be, not for her, but for himself. She had always supported him, even from a distance, keeping herself away so as not to distract him. And though it tore her apart to be distant, to not reach out, she did it for them, for the future she believed they would share.
But now, all of that faith, all of that trust, was crumbling right in front of her. It felt like a nightmare she couldnât wake from. One message from her friend had turned her world upside downâheâs been texting me, her friend had said, heâs been asking for love. The words echoed in her mind, each one like a dagger stabbing deeper and deeper. How could he? How could he so easily forget everything they had shared? She thought of all the emails, all the conversations, the promises they had made to each other. She had waited. She had believed in him. And now, here he was, professing love to someone else as if none of it mattered.
Her heart raced as she typed out the message to her friend, asking for her handle, needing to see it for herself. There was a part of her that still couldnât believe it, that still hoped it was all a misunderstanding. But when she logged in, when she scrolled through the messages, her worst fears were confirmed. There it was, in black and white, the words that once belonged to her, now directed at someone else. He had written her name over and over, just like he used to do with hers. He had told her he loved her, told her things that once made her feel special, cherished. Now, they were just empty words, recycled, meaningless.
She felt like her entire world had been ripped away from her. The trust, the love, the promisesâit was all a lie. A sick, cruel joke that had been played on her heart. Tears welled in her eyes, but they didnât fall. She couldnât cry. She couldnât scream. She couldnât even feel the full extent of her heartbreak, because the shock was too overwhelming. It was like someone had taken a knife and cut out a piece of her soul. She had waited for him, sacrificed her own feelings, her own needs, because she believed in their future. And now, all of that hope, all of that love, had been betrayed.
She thought back to all the times she had imagined their future together. The day he would come to her, successful, proud, telling her that she was his queen, and he her king. She had dreamed of that moment, of him coming to her parents, asking for her hand, asking to spend the rest of his life with her. She had imagined the look in his eyes, the love that she thought was real, the love that she thought would be everlasting. But now, that dream was shattered, replaced with the brutal reality that he had already moved on, already found someone else to give his heart to.
She had been waiting for him, but all along, he had been with someone else.
The feeling of betrayal was so deep, so profound, it left her numb. This wasnât just about him falling for someone else. This was about the promises he had broken, the trust he had destroyed. She had believed in him, believed in their love. And now, she felt like a fool. A fool for waiting, a fool for loving him so deeply, so selflessly. She had given him everythingâher heart, her trust, her belief in a future they could share. And in return, he had given her nothing but lies.
Days passed in a blur of pain and confusion. She couldnât eat, couldnât sleep. All she could think about was how he had betrayed her. How could he say those things to another girl? How could he move on so easily, as if everything they had shared meant nothing to him? She thought of the emails he had sent her, the way he had spoken about his dreams, his struggles. She had been there for him, even when they were apart, silently supporting him, waiting for the day he would come back to her.
And now, after all of that, he had chosen someone else.
Just when she thought the pain couldnât get any worse, another email arrived from him. She opened it with trembling hands, dreading what he would say. His words were filled with excuses, trying to explain away his betrayal, but they only deepened her pain.
âYou know my weakness...
You know my needs...
You played with my emotions, Kittu.
I loved you.
I texted you, I mailed you...
I read your blog...
You said you didnât want to be a band-aid for someoneâs wound...
I felt like you were talking about me, that you saw me as a broken person...
You thought I was using you for my studies, using you for my own needs...
But thatâs not true... I broke down yesterday...
I couldnât study, couldnât focus...
I went to another girl...
I didnât ask her for love, didnât ask her for a kiss...
But she gave me everything I needed... everything I wanted from you...
It wasnât her looks or her beauty that drew me to her...
It was her words, her care...
The same care I once felt from you...
Iâm not saying I donât love you...
Iâm saying I fell for someone else because I was weak... because I was broken...
Iâll prove to you one day that weâre meant to be together...
But right now, I need to heal... I need time...â
As she read his words, her anger grew. He wasnât taking responsibility for what he had done. He wasnât owning up to his betrayal. Instead, he was making excuses, blaming his own weakness, his own emotional turmoil. But she knew the truth. Cheating wasnât a mistakeâit was a choice. And he had made that choice. He had chosen to betray her, to throw away everything they had built together.
And now, there was no going back.
She sat there, staring at the screen, the tears finally falling. They werenât tears of sadnessâthey were tears of anger, of betrayal, of a love that had been so carelessly discarded. She had waited for him. She had believed in him. But now, all of that was gone. The boy she had loved was gone, replaced by someone who had chosen to break her heart.
And now, she had to find a way to move on. Not because she wanted to, but because he had left her with no other choice.
As the email notification pinged on her screen, the girlâs heart sank. She had expected more excuses, more attempts to justify his betrayal, but what she found instead left her reeling. The words in his message felt like a confession, raw and unfiltered, exposing a side of him she hadnât wanted to see.
âI cheated a woman who loved me truly...â he began, and the gravity of his statement weighed heavy in her chest.
Why?
How could he even begin to rationalize what he had done? Each line of his message cut deeper than the last. The image of him with another girl twisted in her mind, causing waves of anguish that felt almost unbearable. The thought of him sharing intimacy with someone else while she had been left waiting, hoping, praying for his return was enough to make her stomach churn.
He continued, âIf my wife cheated on me, I can't accept that... but imagine a situation where I'm speaking to some other woman sexually, and she responds with desireâŚâ
With every word, he painted a picture of a twisted scenario that brought his betrayal into sharp focus. He described a pain she was all too familiar withâthe feeling of being used, of being replaced, of watching someone else take the love that was rightfully hers. âThatâs the moment I die emotionally...â he wrote.
She could hardly breathe, her chest constricted with grief and anger. He acknowledged that he had killed her emotionally, and as she read those words, she felt the weight of his confession crushing her spirit.
âI donât deserve your love,â he wrote, and she felt an unexpected pang of sympathy for him, even amidst her own heartbreak.
But as she read on, that sympathy was quickly swallowed by a tidal wave of anger. âIâm not emotionally matured to love anyone,â he admitted, and it was as if he was stripping away the last of her hope. How could he say that? How could he recognize his own immaturity and still choose to hurt her so profoundly?
His words continued to swirl around her head like a haunting melody, âI cheated you, thatâs the problem⌠but behind that cheating, itâs my sexual craving.â
What was this, some kind of sick confession? He was admitting to his weaknesses but offering no real apology, no sense of accountability for the pain he had caused. She couldnât help but wonder how he could move so easily from one woman to another, as if emotions were mere playthings to him.
When he promised that if he ever changed, the first person he would thank would be her, it felt like a cruel twist of fate. The weight of his words hung heavily between them, a reminder that he didnât just betray her trustâhe had dismantled her belief in love itself.
âIâll message you when I feel I can control it,â he wrote, and she felt an overwhelming urge to scream. Control? This wasnât about control; this was about respect, about love. He was hiding behind his desires, crafting excuses that did little to acknowledge the devastation he had wrought.
As she processed his words, her heart ached for the girl he had replaced her with. âThanks for making me realize how a true lover will feel,â he wrote, and in that moment, she understood the depth of her own pain. He had learned nothing from his betrayal except the hollow lesson of hurt, and she had been the one to teach it to him.
âI donât deserve to even stay in your memoryâŚâ he continued, and she felt a mix of anger and sadness well up inside her. How could he say that? He had carved his name into her heart and now wanted to erase himself as if it were that easy.
The truth was, he had changed her forever. Each moment they had shared, every laugh, every secret, every promiseâthose memories would never fade. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him that he didnât have the right to just walk away and decide he wasnât worthy of her. But she also knew she had to let go.
âI loved you from my heartâŚâ he wrote, and despite everything, those words brought a sting of tears to her eyes. He had loved her, but love had not been enough to keep him faithful, to keep him grounded. He was right about one thing: he didnât deserve her love. Not anymore.
âContinue your success preparation,â he added, his tone shifting almost pleadingly. She could feel his desperation in those words, the way he was trying to push her away while still clinging to the idea of her success. As if by wishing her well, he could absolve himself of the burden of his betrayal.
âSorry or thanks⌠my efforts to transform will decide my next message,â he concluded.
The finality of his message hit her like a punch to the gut. He was saying goodbye, but this time, it felt like he was leaving behind a hollow promise. âI killed your smile,â he wrote, and in that moment, she felt the weight of all her hopes and dreams shatter into pieces.
She sat in silence, the screen dimming as she processed his words. He might have thought he was freeing her with this farewell, but he had only succeeded in deepening the scars of betrayal. His absence would be a wound that might never fully heal.
And as she closed her laptop, she realized that she needed to be her own light now. She would learn to smile again, to pick up the pieces of her broken heart, and to reclaim the dreams he had tried to steal from her. She wouldnât let his choices define her, and she wouldnât let his betrayal extinguish the love she still had for herself.
In that moment, she resolved to rise from the ashes of this heartbreak, stronger and more determined than ever to pursue her own happiness, her own success. She would no longer wait for someone who couldnât see her worth. She would become the person she had always dreamed of beingâwhole, vibrant, and unapologetically herself. And one day, she would find love again. But this time, it would be with someone who truly deserved her heart.
As she opened the new email, she could feel her heart tightening in her chest again. His words echoed in her mind, a mix of remorse and vulnerability spilling onto the screen.
"You always say that no one can break you... you are a strong woman... you are always happy..."
But behind those words lay a truth she couldnât escape: he had broken her. She had masked her pain with a facade of strength, but now she was left to confront the raw wound of betrayal, the jagged edges of trust shattered. His admission of guilt pulled at her heartstrings, but it also made her want to scream.
âBut I know I broke you completelyâŚâ
There it was, the acknowledgment that she had been fractured by his choices, that her heart was no longer the same. She felt exposed, laid bare before him, her vulnerabilities on display. He spoke of her struggles, the emotional turmoil she had carried since childhood, and it struck her like a dagger. Did he really understand the depth of her pain, or was this just another manipulation disguised as empathy?
âDonât be broken for a pervert like meâŚâ
She wanted to shout at him, to tell him he had no right to diminish himself in that way. He was not merely a âpervertâ â he was someone she had trusted, someone she had opened her heart to. His guilt was palpable, and while part of her wanted to reach out and comfort him, another part of her was furious at how easily he dismissed her suffering.
âI canât sleep... Iâm feeling suffocated from yesterday...â
This confession hit hard. She had been drowning in her own suffocating emotions since learning of his betrayal, and now he was admitting to his own turmoil. It was a twisted bond of pain they shared, but it didnât change what he had done.
âThe guilt is killing meâŚâ
A small part of her wanted to feel sympathy for him, but it was buried under layers of anger. How could he have let it go this far? How could he have thought that indulging his âsexual cravingsâ was worth the destruction of their love?
âI really wanted to stay with you, make your days happy, life longâŚâ
Those words felt empty now, a hollow promise that had been shattered by his actions. The thought of his "wanting" her was a bitter reminder of how quickly desires could lead to betrayal.
âI donât deserve any woman in my lifeâŚâ
Hearing him say that felt like a small victory, but it was bittersweet. He was recognizing his failings, but it didnât change the reality of her heartbreak. She had trusted him, given him her love, and he had tossed it aside for a fleeting moment of pleasure.
âI broke your trust on meâŚâ
Trust was the foundation of any relationship, and now it lay in ruins. Each word he typed served as a reminder of what they had lost, of the walls he had built between them. She remembered the moments they had shared, the laughter, the intimacy, now tainted by his betrayal.
âI canât even face my momâs faceâŚâ
The image of him grappling with his guilt struck her hard. She could sense the turmoil inside him, the self-loathing that had taken root. But as he spiraled into his own shame, she felt herself slipping further away. The pain he was experiencing didnât absolve him of what he had done; it simply highlighted the tangled mess of emotions they were both caught in.
âI donât even know how to ask sorry to youâŚâ
As she read that line, her heart ached for the lost connection they had shared. But his words were just thatâwords. Sorry felt inadequate, a mere bandage on the gaping wound he had created.
âMy English may convey things in the wrong senseâŚâ
But it wasnât about the language. It was about the sincerity behind his words, the emotions that fueled them. She could sense his desperation, his yearning to communicate the depth of his regret. Yet, as much as he reached out, she felt the distance between them grow.
âIâm sending my face to convey in the right toneâŚâ
The thought of him sending a photo made her heart flutter with conflicting emotions. Did he think that seeing his face would change anything? Did he believe that his remorse could erase the pain he had inflicted upon her?
As she sat there, staring at the screen, she felt the weight of his message settle heavily in her chest. Each line he had written was a reminder of the love they had lost, the trust that had been shattered, and the painful journey that lay ahead.
In that moment, she realized that while he was grappling with his guilt, she had to grapple with her own healing. She couldnât let his remorse dictate her emotions or her path forward. She had to reclaim her strength, her sense of self-worth, and begin to rebuild from the wreckage of their relationship.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to respond, but she hesitated. What could she say that would convey the depth of her feelings? What could she write that would both acknowledge his pain and assert her own? She took a deep breath, determined to find her voice amidst the chaos of emotions swirling inside her.
She would no longer be the woman he had broken; she would rise from the ashes of their relationship, stronger and more resolute than ever. And while she didnât know how to move forward just yet, she knew that she had to find a way to heal, to rediscover the woman she had been before him, and to emerge with a heart that was ready to love againâone day, when the time was right.
As she stared at the screen, the weight of his words hung heavily in the air. It was undeniable; she still loved him. Love wasnât something that could be switched off like a light. It lingered, haunting her like a bittersweet melody that played on repeat in the corners of her mind. She had fallen for him completely, and despite the pain he had caused, that love remained an unyielding part of her.
In the stillness of the night, when shadows danced on her walls and the world outside fell silent, she often found herself wrapped in memories of him. His laughter echoed in her mind, the way he had looked at her with a mix of adoration and desire. Those moments felt like a warm embrace, even as they faded into the cold reality of betrayal. During the loneliness of the day, the longing would wash over her like waves crashing against a shoreâunrelenting, powerful, and raw.
But she knew she wouldnât beg him to come back.
No, she was no longer that girl who would plead for someone to see her worth. She had learned the hard way that love should never be about desperation or compromise. She wouldnât love someone out of a sense of obligation or guilt; she deserved more than that.
She wasnât replaceable.
Deep down, she understood that. But the ache of feeling expendable lingered, taunting her with the notion that she could easily be forgotten, a mere footnote in someone elseâs story. She wanted to be someoneâs everything, not just a fleeting moment of passion that could be cast aside.
What she craved was simple yet profound: to be irreplaceable.
She yearned for someone who would look at her and see the beauty in her soul, someone who would hold her close and whisper promises of forever. A man who would make her feel cherished, who would make her the queen of his life, devoted to making her dreams a reality. She envisioned a love where she would be the center of his universe, where her happiness would be his only goal.
âYou deserve that too,â she thought, feeling a surge of defiance rise within her.
Even in the darkest moments of her despair, she couldnât shake the belief that true love existed. It was out there, waiting for herâa connection that transcended the fleeting pleasures of the flesh. She longed for a partnership built on trust, respect, and unwavering support, where each day would feel like a new adventure and not a reminder of past pain.
As she contemplated his last message, a mix of emotions washed over her. The anger was still there, but it was intermingled with a lingering love that refused to fade. She felt a deep sorrow for the man who had broken her heart but also a fierce determination to reclaim her power.
She realized that she had a choice to make. She could either dwell in the shadows of their past or step into the light of her future, one where she would not settle for less than she deserved.
âI wonât be a backup plan,â she vowed silently, her heart steadying with resolve.
In that moment, she understood that her journey would take time, but she would not shy away from the pain. Instead, she would face it head-on, using it as fuel to ignite her passion for life and love. The world was vast, and although it felt lonely now, she believed it could one day be filled with warmth and companionship.
The tears that had pooled in her eyes were not just tears of sadness; they were also tears of hope. Hope that one day, she would find the love she truly deservedâa love that would embrace her flaws, celebrate her strengths, and never, ever betray her trust.
With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and visualized the future she wanted. A future where she was loved fiercely, where her heart could finally find solace in the arms of someone who recognized her as irreplaceable. And in that moment, she knew she would keep moving forward, even if it meant walking through the fire of her own emotions, emerging stronger and more resilient than ever.
She longed for someone who would see beyond her scars, a partner who would recognize the beauty in her journey. These scars were not merely reminders of past pain; they were symbols of resilience, battles fought and survived. They told stories of heartache, growth, and the indomitable spirit that refused to be broken.
She envisioned a love where she could lay bare her vulnerabilities, revealing each scar with an unguarded heart. A man who wouldnât flinch or turn away, but rather approach with gentle admiration. He would treat her scars with the tenderness they deserved, wrapping them in warmth and understanding. He would be proud of her historyânot because it defined her, but because it showcased her strength. He would celebrate the battles she had fought, embracing her as she navigated the complexities of her past.
In his eyes, she would see not pity, but reverence. He would recognize her as a strong, intelligent, sharp, irreplaceable womanâone who carried herself with grace and determination, even in the face of adversity. He would understand that her demureness was not a sign of weakness, but a reflection of her inner strength and dignity.
âYou are a warrior,â he would whisper, brushing his fingers over her scars with reverence. âEach one tells a story of survival, and I admire you all the more for it.â
With every touch, he would weave a tapestry of love and acceptance, transforming her wounds into badges of honor. He would cherish the moments she shared her pain, never shying away from the raw honesty of her experiences. Instead, he would listen intently, offering comfort and strength, as she bared her soul to him.
She craved a connection where she would not have to hide behind a facade of perfection. Instead, she would be free to show her true selfâthe scars, the imperfections, the rawness of her emotionsâknowing he would love her all the more for it. In his presence, she would feel safe, secure in the knowledge that she was enough just as she was.
With him, vulnerability would be a strength, a bridge that connected their hearts. He would see her not just for her scars but for the vibrant spirit that thrived beneath. He would encourage her dreams, uplift her ambitions, and stand by her side as she chased her goals.
âYou are irreplaceable,â he would remind her, as he looked into her eyes with unwavering conviction. âYour strength, your intelligence, your spiritâthey make you unique. Never forget that.â
And as she stood before him, fully exposed and raw, she would finally understand the power of love that was rooted in acceptance. She would feel cherished, not in spite of her scars but because of them. In his arms, she would find the courage to embrace her past while forging ahead into a future filled with possibility.
Together, they would create a bond that transcended the ordinaryâa love that celebrated both their journeys, transforming their vulnerabilities into sources of strength. In this profound connection, she would finally find the acceptance and pride she had always sought, a reminder that her scars were merely part of the beautiful tapestry of who she was.
In this love, she would learn that she was not defined by her scars, but by the love and strength she carried within her. And with every embrace, she would know she had found someone truly specialâsomeone who saw her for all that she was and all that she could become.
The next day, as she lay in bed, she felt an overwhelming wave of illness wash over herâfever, cold, headache, and a heavy weight of physical and emotional pain. It felt as though her entire being was breaking apart. She had always prided herself on her strength, her resilience, but now it all felt like too much to bear. The ache in her heart mirrored the ache in her body, a testament to the turmoil she was facing. Still, deep down, she knew she would cope with it all; she would rise from the ashes, as she always had, determined to become the best version of herself.
But then, just as she was trying to gather her thoughts, another message popped up from him. Her heart sank as she read the words, each one hitting her like a punch to the gut.
âLast time you called me, after knowing that I cheated on you, you had to cut the call suddenly. I know you were hurting, yet you still said, âSorry for disconnecting suddenly.â Thatâs the kind of person you are. You value someone you love more than yourself. You pretend to love yourself the most, but I know the truth. You loved me equally as much.â
Each line felt like a dagger twisting in her heart. He acknowledged her strength, her grace, and yet, he had also been the source of her pain. She was caught in this agonizing cycle of love and betrayal, trying to navigate the emotional labyrinth he had constructed.
âI lost my love. I killed my love,â he continued, the weight of his words settling heavily in her chest. âBut a woman like you, who cares for someone even after knowing he cheated her, deserves better. You deserve the best version of a man.â
His acknowledgment of her pain mixed with his desperation for redemption twisted in her heart. She felt herself torn between the love she still harbored for him and the scars he had left behind.
âI have some issues, you know... I will meditate, work out, stay away from my phone, study as much as possible, and eat healthy foods. With all these, I will change completely into a better person. Only then will I confidently ask you if you will accept me.â
She wanted to scream, to shake him and make him understand the depth of the pain he had caused. How could he think that words alone would mend the fractures in her heart? How could he expect her to wait, to put her life on hold while he sorted out his own mess? Yet, a small part of her yearned for the possibility of redemption, for a glimpse of the love they once shared.
âI will focus on my studies. This 2025 UPSC exam is going to be my best attempt. I will crack it with all my strength, and then I will come to meet you as a successful person.â
Each promise felt heavy with the weight of uncertainty. She couldn't shake the thought of how she had once envisioned a future with him, one that now felt tainted by betrayal. Could she trust him again? Could she allow him back into her heart after everything he had done?
âIf I ever meet you in person, Iâll ask for your forgiveness. Iâll thank you for the special love we shared. That day, Iâll feel like I did something for my true love. Until then, Iâll stay focused on my studies.â
He was trying so hard to show her he could change, and yet, she felt more lost than ever. She could still feel the echoes of their moments together, the laughter, the connection, and the warmth. But each memory was now tainted by the betrayal that loomed over them like a dark cloud.
âIf you are still single when I get my job, Iâll come to you and ask you to marry me. I know it sounds unreal, but with my efforts, Iâll make it real.â
The weight of his final words hung heavy in the air. The promise of a future intertwined with the reality of the present felt suffocating. Could she believe in that future? Could she believe in him? As she read the final lines, a mixture of pain and confusion washed over her.
âI said Iâll change. I believe I realized who I am. Iâll update you on my progress through mail.â
As she set down her phone, tears streamed down her face. She felt an indescribable pain, a crushing hurt that tangled with her lingering love for him. The betrayal clawed at her heart, yet she couldn't deny the flicker of hope he ignited with his words. It was confusing, heart-wrenching, and yet, in some twisted way, still filled with love.
She lay back against her pillow, feeling utterly broken, yet knowing that somewhere deep within her, a spark of strength remained. âI love you,â she whispered to the void, acknowledging both the love and the hurt. âBut what about the scars you created? Can we ever truly heal?â
In that moment of solitude, she realized that her journey would not just be about him; it would also be about reclaiming her strength, her identity, and her right to happiness. It would be about discovering who she was beyond the pain he caused and the love she still felt. It was time for her to focus on her healing, to rise up from the ashes of heartbreak, and to redefine what love meant for her.
She sat quietly in her room, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the walls, and allowed her thoughts to wander through the chaos of her emotions. Of course, she would wait; she was someone who kept promises, no matter how broken her heart felt. Promises were sacred to her, and she intended to honor her word, no matter the outcome.
As the days passed, she often replayed his words in her mind. She tried to separate the sincerity from the empty promises, questioning whether they were genuine or merely desperate attempts to salvage a love that had already begun to decay. Would he come back, or was this just another round of theatrics?
In her mind, she envisioned two possible scenarios:
First, if he came backâif he really had changed, if he was genuinely remorsefulâshe would accept him, but it wouldnât be without consequences. There would be drama, tears, and anger. Yes, she would let him have it, and she would unleash the tempest of emotions that had been brewing inside her. She imagined herself confronting him, fists clenched, ready to smash his face, to punch him harder than he ever thought possible. The anger coursing through her veins felt intoxicating, a cathartic release from the pain he had caused.
But even in her fury, there was love intertwined with the anger, a part of her that wanted to believe in his redemption. She wanted to see him squirm, to understand the depth of her hurt before she could forgive him.
Second, if he never returnedâif he vanished into thin air, leaving her alone with the scars of his betrayalâshe imagined herself hunting him down. She could picture the confrontation vividly: tracking him down, cornering him, and confronting him with the fury that had become part of her identity. She would be the storm he had never seen coming. She wasnât just some passive victim; she was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone knew her temper could ignite into an uncontrollable blaze.
In her darkest fantasies, she pictured the confrontation ending in violenceâshooting him to death as if he were just a target on the shooting range of her life. In those moments, she felt powerful, reclaiming control over the narrative that had spun out of her grasp. The rage felt just as comforting as the thought of love; both were potent fuels for her spirit.
But beneath the bravado and the rage, a small part of her trembled with uncertainty. She was aware of the dichotomy within herselfâthe sweet girl who loved fiercely and the fierce woman capable of great destruction. She knew that love and anger could coexist, but they also had the potential to obliterate her completely.
And yet, despite her volatile emotions, there was still a flicker of hope. She could wait, she could be strong. She would see what the future held, whether he came back or simply faded into the shadows of her memory. She wanted to believe that love was stronger than betrayal, that redemption was possible. But in her heart, she also knew that love could morph into something dangerous, something that might consume them both.
As she sat alone in her room, the candle flickering out, she whispered to herself, âWhatever happens, I will be ready.â Whether it was love, anger, or both, she would face it head-on. The wait would not be easy, but she was prepared to confront whatever awaited her, with all the passion and fury that defined her. After all, she was a woman of her word, and that made her stronger than anyone could ever know.
Another email popped up on her screen, and as she hesitated for a moment, a wave of emotions washed over her. The mixture of fear and romanticism swirled within her, leaving her breathless. Her heart raced as she contemplated the possibilities: what if this was just another round of empty promises? How many times had she allowed herself to believe in the possibilities he offered, only to be met with disappointment? Yet, deep within her, the romantic yearned for the magic of loveâthe hope that perhaps things could change, that they could somehow find their way back to each other.
With a deep breath, she opened the email, steeling herself for the words that might pull her deeper into their shared emotional turmoil.
âHumans are social animals⌠they are meant to live in a group, at least a group of two⌠thatâs a family.â
His words echoed in her mind, resonating with a truth she had always felt. A pang of longing struck herâshe had always craved connection, a sense of belonging, and now she felt that yearning magnified by the distance between them. They had both struggled in isolation, convinced that solitude was the safer path, yet now, she could see how this belief had led them both astray. Their hearts had longed for connection, for understanding, and it was clear that they were meant to share their lives with others.
âMe⌠I havenât believed in marriage and relationships because Iâve seen my parents, and Iâve also experienced a few heartbreaks in some kind of relationships.â
As she read, she could almost feel the weight of his pain pressing down on her. Tears pricked at her eyes, and a deep sadness welled within her as she remembered her own familyâs struggles. It was as if he were peeling back the layers of his heart, exposing the raw, vulnerable parts of himself, and in that moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of empathy. They both understood the toll that love could take when it went awry, the fears that clouded their hearts and their ability to trust.
âI always felt Iâd stay alone, and that would bring peace to my life. Like that.â
There was a bittersweet irony in his statement that struck her deeply. The heartache of loneliness felt all too familiar, yet here he was, confronting a deeper truth about love and connection. The reality of their situation washed over her like a cold wave; it was both comforting and painful to know they shared the same fears.
âBut one day⌠I met a girl. She didnât know my language, and I didnât know hers.â
A smile crept onto her lips as she envisioned their first interactionsâawkward yet beautiful, filled with laughter and a shared sense of discovery. A flutter of warmth blossomed in her chest at the thought of that momentâthe undeniable connection that had sparked between them despite their differences. It reminded her of the countless hours they had spent trying to communicate, the laughter they had shared, and the way their souls seemed to understand each other without the need for words.
âI started falling for that girl, whom I donât even know much⌠and ultimately proposed to her. The most beautiful part is, she accepted that⌠which was a magical moment for me.â
Her heart swelled at the thought of that momentâthe promise of love, the exhilarating leap of faith they had taken together. Yet, it was swiftly overshadowed by a sense of dread. The shadow of betrayal loomed over their connection, a constant reminder of the trust he had shattered. Could he really feel this way after everything? Doubt nagged at her mind, intertwining with the hope that flickered like a candle in the wind.
âOne day⌠I cheated her.â
His confession hung heavy in the air, and she could feel the truth of his words wrap around her like a shroud. Her heart sank, and a deep ache resonated within her. The betrayal struck like a dagger, reopening old wounds she had tried to heal. It was a painful reminder of the reality they faced, a reminder of the love that had felt so genuine yet had crumbled under the weight of temptation and weakness. She felt anger boiling in her veins, a mix of betrayal and disappointment. How could he have done this? And yet, beneath the anger, there lingered a glimmer of compassion, a part of her that understood the complexities of human flaws.
âItâs because of a guyâs lust physically⌠whom she loved the most. She believed that he would be waiting for her.â
Her chest tightened at his words, each syllable resonating with the grief she felt for both of them. His acknowledgement of her pain was a double-edged sword, bringing forth both sorrow and a flicker of understanding. The emotions surged within herâshe felt anger for his actions, but also a deep sympathy for his struggles. How could he have been so weak? Yet, how could she blame him for succumbing to the very vulnerabilities they both shared?
âToday⌠I did meditation. I did studies. I did little news. Iâm doing assignments. I did my daily workouts.â
She felt a flicker of admiration stir within her. His commitment to self-improvement was evident, a sign that he was ready to confront his demons and take responsibility for his actions. The determination in his words ignited something in herâa spark of hope that perhaps he was truly ready to change. But even as pride swelled within her, doubt nagged at the back of her mind. Would it be enough to truly change? Would he be able to resist the temptations that had led him astray before?
âYou donât know why Iâm doing all this. Iâm someone who doesnât believe in relationships⌠but ultimately, God has some better plans for me.â
His words stirred something deep inside herâhope intertwined with skepticism. The notion that fate could be guiding him back to her sent a shiver down her spine. Could they find a way to heal from the pain they had inflicted on each other? Could love truly overcome the shadows of their past?
âHe showed me a woman⌠from a far-off place. That girl showed me how real love would be. I experienced real love with that girl.â
Her heart swelled at his acknowledgment of their connection. The depth of his feelings poured out in those words, washing over her like a warm embrace. It reminded her of the tenderness they had shared, the way he had once looked into her eyes as if she were the only person in the world. In that moment, she felt both cherished and vulnerable, her emotions teetering on the edge of hope and fear.
âI cheated, she cared⌠and still caring.â
The weight of his confession resonated with her, a complex mix of gratitude and sorrow. Could she continue to care for someone who had hurt her so deeply? How could she reconcile the love she felt for him with the scars he had left behind? The internal battle waged within her heart, tearing at the threads of her resolve. A part of her wanted to scream in anger, to cast him out of her heart entirely. Yet another partâa quieter, softer partâyearned for the connection they once shared, a connection that had felt so real and so beautiful.
âIf Iâm going to share my love and life with someone, itâs going to be her. No one ever can replace her place because she gave something more than what I actually deserve.â
His declaration sent shivers down her spine, igniting a torrent of emotions. A mixture of warmth and fear coursed through her veinsâcould she truly open her heart to him again? What if this was yet another fleeting moment of clarity that would vanish just as quickly as it had arrived? The sincerity in his words pierced through her defenses, making her heart flutter with a mix of hope and trepidation.
âI love you.â
Those three words struck her like a bolt of lightning, igniting a mix of joy and fear within her. A tremor ran through her, and tears blurred her vision as she reread the line. Did he really mean it this time? The hope she had buried deep within her surged to the surface, threatening to engulf her. Yet the specter of doubt loomed large; could she trust him again after all that had happened? A part of her wanted to run away, to protect herself from the potential heartache that could come from believing in him once more. But the part of her that still loved him fiercely yearned to believe, to hope that perhaps this time would be different.
âOne day, everything will fall into the right place⌠and that place is where we both will be standing together.â
As she finished reading, uncertainty loomed over her like a storm cloud, dark and foreboding. But within that uncertainty, a flicker of hope glimmeredâa fragile but undeniable connection that could not be easily dismissed. In the depths of her heart, she felt a stirring, a tentative belief that perhaps they could navigate the complexities of their love together.
With cautious optimism, she closed her laptop and took a moment to gather her thoughts. The world outside her window was vibrant and alive, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She knew that the future was uncertain, that it could lead to more heartache or a beautiful reconciliation. But in this moment, she chose to believe in the power of loveâits ability to mend wounds and forge new paths. She would wait, not out of desperation, but because she believed in the possibility of loveâa love that could heal and transform.
As she gazed out at the horizon, she whispered to herself, **âWhatever the outcome, I will remain true to myself and my heart. I will not let fear dictate my heart. I refuse to close myself off, to build walls that shield me from the potential beauty of love. Instead, I will embrace the uncertainty, for within it lies the possibility of joy, of connection, and of healing.â
With newfound determination, she allowed herself to feel the full weight of her emotions. The fears that had once gripped her heart loosened their hold, replaced by a sense of empowerment. She recognized that love was a risk, one that required vulnerability and courage. It was a dance of light and shadow, a journey of two souls navigating the complexities of their hearts.
In that moment, she resolved to approach their relationship with an open heart, ready to explore the depths of their bond. She would cherish the memories of their shared laughter and intimate moments, holding onto the hope that they could find their way back to each other, stronger and more resilient. She wanted to believe that love could overcome the scars of betrayal, that it could flourish even in the face of adversity.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across her room, she felt a sense of peace settle over her. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the promise of tomorrow. Regardless of what lay ahead, she would not shy away from the possibility of love, for it was within that possibility that she found her true strength.
With one last glance at the email, she whispered softly to herself, âI will be brave, and I will love fearlessly.â
And with that, she allowed herself to dreamâof a future where love could bloom once more, where healing could take place, and where they could stand together, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
All of a sudden, she finds herself drifting into daydreams once more, lost in a vivid landscape of hopes and possibilities. In her mindâs eye, she envisions the moment when he will come to her, with sincerity in his gaze and determination in his heart, asking her to be his queen. Itâs a beautiful day, the sun casting a warm glow on their faces as he kneels before her, a promise shimmering in the air.
âWill you reign with me in this life?â she imagines him asking, his voice steady and filled with emotion. She feels the flutter of excitement and the sweetness of hope rising within her chest. A future stretches out before herâone painted with love, trust, and acceptance, where she knows she holds an irreplaceable place in his heart.
Yet, she knows that this vision is not without its shadows. Mistakes happen, she reminds herself. Everyone stumbles, and he, too, made a choice that led them down a painful path. But rather than allowing anger to consume her, she chooses to see the glimmer of accountability in his actions. He is trying, making an effort to reclaim his responsibilities and earn back the love they once shared.
âTime will reveal the truth,â she whispers to herself, caught in the duality of hope and caution. Itâs a delicate balance, a tightrope walk over a chasm of uncertainty. She understands that the journey ahead is fraught with risksâeach step could either lead to the rebuilding of their trust or the shattering of her heart once more.
âWill he prove me right or wrong?â she contemplates, the weight of her emotions pressing heavily on her chest. âWill he break me, or will he help me rise stronger than before?â These questions swirl around her mind, a whirlwind of anticipation and dread.
But as she continues to daydream, she realizes that this momentâthis fleeting glimpse of what could beâfills her with a profound sense of purpose. She is not merely waiting; she is actively participating in the shaping of her future. She holds the power to decide whether to embrace this journey of uncertainty or to retreat into the safety of her solitude.
With a deep breath, she allows the warmth of her dreams to wash over her, intertwining with the reality of her feelings. The possibilities are endless, and as long as there is hope, she is willing to stand at the precipice, ready to leap into whatever fate awaits her.
In that moment of daydreaming, she understands that love is both a gamble and a gift, and she is prepared to accept whatever comes, for it is in the experience of loveâits beauty and its painâthat she truly finds herself. She will wait, not out of desperation, but out of faith in the possibility of a love that is deep, genuine, and everlasting.
In the stillness of the evening, as twilight began to fall,
She found herself in a moment, where silence wrapped around it all.
With a heart full of emotion and a mind swirling with thought,
She knew she had to express the love she once sought.
Gathering her feelings, like petals from a flower,
She picked up her pen, embracing this sacred hour.
The world outside faded, her heart began to race,
As she poured out her soul, yearning to find a place.
In the quiet of her room, she crafted each line,
A poem for him, a gambleâa promise divine.
Words flowed like a river, each phrase a gentle caress,
A testament of her love, amidst pain and distress.
A Gamble of Love
In the quiet of the night, beneath a silvered sky,
I find myself reflecting on the days gone by.
Whispers of your laughter linger in the air,
Yet shadows of betrayal cling, an unwelcome pair.
Love, a gamble, a dance on the edge,
A leap into the unknown, a heartâs fragile pledge.
You once held my trust, a treasure so rare,
But the pain of your choices has left me bare.
Oh, how the heart falters, caught in the snare,
Of promises broken, of dreams laid bare.
In the depths of my sorrow, I ponder and weep,
While longing for the love that once ran so deep.
You wore my heart like a crown upon your head,
But in a moment of weakness, you chose instead
To shatter our kingdom, to cast us aside,
Leaving me stranded, with nowhere to hide.
Yet, amidst the wreckage, a flicker of hope,
A glimmer of light, a way to elope
From the chains of the past, from the darkness within,
Could you rise from the ashes, could our love begin?
If love is a gamble, then letâs roll the dice,
For I see a flicker, a spark so precise.
You speak of your changes, of paths you must tread,
But words are just whispers when actions are fled.
Show me the depth of the love that you claim,
Prove to me now, that Iâm not just a name.
In the chaos of choices, let your heart guide you true,
Reveal your devotion, let me believe in you.
I stand at the crossroads, with scars on my soul,
Yet the thought of your presence still makes me feel whole.
Will you step from the shadows, into the light?
Will you fight for our love, with all of your might?
For you are my gamble, my risk, and my prize,
An enigma of love, seen through tear-stained eyes.
Will you wear my heart like a shield, not a weapon?
And show me the man who, through darkness, has beckoned?
Letâs weave a new story, with threads made of trust,
Let the pain of the past dissolve into dust.
Weâll build our foundation on honestyâs ground,
And together, in silence, our love shall resound.
With every heartbeat, every whisper, every sigh,
Iâll cherish the moments, as time drifts by.
If you choose to prove that Iâm irreplaceable still,
Then my heart will open, and your love Iâll fulfill.
In this gamble of love, letâs take the chance,
To rewrite our fate, to rekindle romance.
For love is a gift, not just for a while,
But a journey worth taking, a reason to smile.
So hereâs to the future, to the paths weâll create,
With love as our compass, letâs navigate fate.
In the tapestry of time, may our hearts intertwine,
In the gamble of love, Iâll forever be thine.
With a gentle sigh, she closed her pen,
Feeling the weight of her words seep in.
The poem, a vessel of hope and regret,
Carried her dreams, her fears, her debt.
She envisioned the day when love would return,
A time when her heart could finally learn
To trust and to cherish, to heal and to grow,
In the warmth of a love she longed to bestow.
But beyond the romance, she felt a fierce fire,
A determination to rise, to climb ever higher.
âI am the queen of my life,â she boldly declared,
âWith my own responsibilities, Iâll rise unscared.â
Her journey was hers, with lessons to glean,
To mold her own future, to build her own dream.
No longer waiting for someone to save,
Sheâd carve her own path, be strong and be brave.
âI will be steady, unwavering and true,
Fast in my resolve, in all that I do.
Intelligent and wise, Iâll learn from each fall,
Finding the goodness in others, embracing it all.â
She envisioned the woman she was destined to be,
A force of nature, as wild as the sea.
With a heart that forgives and a spirit that thrives,
Sheâd dance through the storms, embracing her life.
In the quiet of that moment, she made a vow,
To focus on herself, to rise and to allow
Her heart to be open, her soul to be free,
To love without limits, but first, to be me.
With her vision set clear, she embraced the new dawn,
A future unwritten, a path to be drawn.
No longer a prisoner of someone elseâs fate,
She forged her own destiny, never to wait.
The day she had dreamed of was within her reach,
With every small step, she began to teach
The world around her, the power she holds,
As she stepped into her greatness, fierce and bold.
In the tapestry of life, sheâd weave her own thread,
With courage as her compass, and love as her bed.
A queen in her kingdom, she stood tall and proud,
Embracing her journey, she laughed out loud.
For in becoming herself, she found the true way
To love deeply, to shine, and to boldly convey
That she was irreplaceable, a beacon of light,
A woman of strength, ready to fight.
In the darkest hour and rainy night, she realized that love, in its truest form, is not just a gamble of trust but also a gift of resilience. Each challenge she faced became a stepping stone toward her empowerment. She understood that true strength comes from within, and while love could bring joy, it could also teach profound lessons about self-worth and independence.
Yet, a whisper of uncertainty lingered in her mind: What if he never comes back? The thought struck her like a sudden gust of wind, unsettling yet clarifying. She felt a pang in her chest, a flicker of doubt that stirred her emotions. Would she be able to stand tall if the love she yearned for remained just a dream? What if the promises he made faded into the silence of unfulfilled wishes?
But as she contemplated this possibility, she also found clarity. She understood that her worth was not tied to his return; it was a flame that burned within her, unwavering and bright. She would embrace the uncertainty of the future, knowing that whether he returned or not, she would always be enough for herself.
She thought about the life she wanted to build, one that flourished regardless of the choices others made. Even if he chose to walk a different path, she would forge ahead on her own journey, crafting a vibrant tapestry of experiences, passions, and dreams. She envisioned a life where love was an addition, not a necessity, where her happiness blossomed from her own efforts, not from someone elseâs actions.
As she penned these thoughts, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. The love she sought would complement her strength, not define it. With every word she wrote, she etched her commitment to herself, understanding that she could stand alone, but she would always choose to love fiercely and freely.
With this reflection as her anchor, she reminded herself that the world was full of possibilities. Each day was a new canvas where she could paint her desires, chase her ambitions, and embrace the fullness of her existence. Whether he would come back to her or not, she resolved to continue her journey, empowered by her own love and resilience.