𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐢 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐧

𝟒𝟓- 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

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                        Aadya's POV

                    Kyun bewajah, diye saja
                 Kyun khwab deke wo le gya

[Three months later]

Numbness.

The only thing I can feel is numbness. The only emotion that has stayed in me after that day, three months ago, is numbness. The only feeling which thrives inside of me, which has become my place of being, which has taken control over me, is numbness.

I don't know what I have done incorrectly or what has gone wrong, but everytime, every single time it's me who suffers. It's me who is left broken and alone. It's me who gets all the pain. Every time it's me, when it comes to agony and suffering.

At this point, I am convinced that happiness is not made for me.

It is not what is written in my share.

But I deserve it, don't I?

I deserve to be happy like other people. I deserve to laugh and enjoy with my loved ones. I don't deserve to cry or grieve over my misery. But that just doesn't happen. Because whenever I am happy, something has to go wrong. Something has to ruin everything. Something has to kill my joy.

And I was mistaken when I thought it wouldn't happen again.

I was mistaken when I thought, now that I have my love by my side, nothing can go wrong. And if it does, we will fight it together.

But guess what happened.

My happiness was snatched away. Again.

The love, who I thought will fight the world for me, with me, forgot my entire existence.

I did not want it. Trust me, I never did. But yet, I got it. Because that's what's written in my share. Misery, grief, pain, suffering, agony, torture, ache. It has always been what I have received. Whatever I do is never enough for God to stop this. They say, what you give is what you receive. Then why does this rule not apply for me? Why in my case, what I receive is something I never gave?

He was the reason for my happiness. He gave me a reason to live. He provided me with peace and comfort. He became the sunshine for which I wake up every day. He entered my life as my knight in a shining armour, who came to protect me from all the evils. He became my home.

Before finally leaving me all alone, homeless, in this strange world.

Funny, how it's always the people you love the most who give you the deepest wounds.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he became the reason for my pain and agony.

I don't blame him. I can't. Even if he did it intentionally, I wouldn't blame him. But, I can't live without him any longer. It's already been three months.