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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The feeling of being alive... was something I knew but didn't at the same time.
Life.
It is such a small and seemingly insignificant word yet ine of the most powerful forces to exist in this world. One which transcends both time and space.
The ones who are at the brink of death are the only ones who understand the desperation and value of their life.
A gift or a curse. Is what time decides it to be. No one controls it.
The life I had been living for the past seventeen years of pain I had fell pale in comparison to the few moments of happiness I had I spent with Amara Roy. It felt bearable and something I could move on from.
Because the sadness perished in her presence.
She was the peace to my soul. She was my jaan. My. Fucking. Soul.
Till that day I had only thought of her as... My princess. My love.
But, after what she did for me. She had proven to me that she was so much more. So fucking deep in both mind and soul.
She proved to me that she was my soul.
The soul which gave me strength when I needed it the most.
And my love so much deeper for her.
I always loved her. But, Now I respected her. I would worship her if I must.
In these three weeks I have been spending with only her. Day in and Day out.
In my studio. In my car. In her room.
Everything was paradise. With her. Everything without her was... a Warzone.
It was a war for my life. And she was the warmth of my soul.
Until she wasn't. Until all that I could think about was her words.
"I don't love him..." "I love you, Abhi..." "I never loved him..."
"He is disgusting..." "You don't matter to me.."
"I don't love him. Never have. Never will. And you need to get that through your thick skull. What you want from me is irrelevant. You mean nothing." .
How could she...? I knew I was a disgrace. I knew that I never deserved her love. I knew that!
I knew it. Yet it hurts so much more knowing that no one would love me...
Maybe I craved it to the point of no return. Maybe I was so starved for it that I believed every lie...
My princess... Was never mine to love. She was not mine to love. She was not mine.
