Book - 2
Lord Shiva says,
Purest form of love can't be expressed with words. It is the embodiment of the devotion within a lover's heart.
Abhimanyu Acharya,
Reserved, responsible and creative. Yearns to respect others and the relationships that god...
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Age 17
It has nearly been a year since Amara Roy asked me never to show my face again after I had kissed her and backed away from my promise and the kiss like a coward.
That's right. I did not take responsibility.
I was, am and will always be an asshole who doesn't deserve her.
She is a clean canvas to my ripped canvas. She is the sweetness I can't allow myself to have. She is the dream I can't even see in my void black sleep.
She is the opposite to me. She is everything I love.
And she is Amara Roy.
Amara Roy.
That makes her more than enough for me to love her. That makes her more than enough to stay away from her.
And now I got it. I got what I wanted right?
She no longer tried to talk to me. She no longer tried to look at me with those beautiful almond eyes.
Since that day she looked at me only when I was looking away. And I purposely looked away just to feel the warmth of her gaze on my back.
I craved for any attention she gave me. Which grew lesser each and every day. With every passing day she felt more distant from me and it pushed me back to my depression.
One pill didn't do. I relapsed. I hid another bottle of medicines. Cause I knew that Eva di kept a track of my pills.
The pills didn't do shit. It didn't do anything.
So, I started cutting myself again.
That was the only way I felt better. Blood leaving my wretched body was what made me feel better. Being a step closer to ending my stupid life was what I wanted.
I knew that my life had no meaning. And I know I pushed Amara away.
But I crave her. She is my only source of happiness. She is my only reason to live.
"Don't ever show me your face again until you learn how to keep your promises."
That was the slap of words I needed.
That was the day I realised that Amara was not just kindness and softness embodied but also stubbornness of the 'Roys' flowed in her blood.
Cause she damn right acted like her ego maniac brother, Atharva.
She knew how to fill someone's life with light and every essence they needed to survive. But, if she thought she was done wrong. She would not stand by it.
And no one. No one in this whole world would know how that felt apart from me.
