The Second Chance ? - Part 3

Words speak louder than actions. True! My words spoke louder and also slapped me back. Yes! The wise men did say it right- Never do things when you are drunk. Well! I jumped into a trap I made. I was foolish to break my own heart.

My excitement increased when I spilled my feelings out. I called him. He didn't pick the call. But it didn't hurt me when a female voice spoke," Hi, he isn't here." It hurt me more when I could hear his voice clearly from the background. He was talking about me, " Ah! That girl again! I don't understand why is she so clingy?" I was disappointed. I shouldn't have done all this drama to hear him say that.

Disappointment and heartbroken, I continued with the party. I pretended I was alright. But I wasn't deep inside. I truly loved him. But it was my mistake I didn't let it go of my feelings for him. He was still special for me.

I fell down. I got up. I rubbed  the dirt out off my soiled soul. I continued with my life with a broken heart. I concentrated on other relationships ,career and writing. Though first two didn't help in erasing my pain. But writing was medicine to my wounded heart.

Pressure in work, relationship breakdown and depression was common to me. It didn't hurt me. I was unaffected by them. I kept myself busy with life. I didn't wanted to get involved with thoughts about him.

Life had become boring and monotonous. Nothing amazed me. I didn't enjoy life like I used to.  I was like a zombie. My mum smelled something fishy going on with me. So did the whole family.



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The Second Chance ?- Part 2

He left us for good. My life took a pause. I started to stay away from people. I loved long lonely walks to places unknown. I started writing poems about unrequited love. Words poured out in form of stories or poems. People liked it. But they didn't understand the pain.

Sad songs became part of my life. I made sure my silent cries were unheard.The pause was only for few months. As soon as I graduated and got my first job, I got busy with work. New friends came in and my life was back to normal. There were days when I would think about him. I would call those days as blue days.

I hid my pain inside my heart for two years. I searched for him in men I met. I searched for him in my friends I made. I couldn't find him anywhere. I would snoop around his pictures in Facebook.

He was happy with his new found friends. The USA became his new found love. He seemed to enjoy life unlike me. Obviously he had no idea about my secret admiration for him. I would think if he ever got to know how much I loved him, would he stay for me? Then my conscious would scold me for being too unrealistic. Why would he ever leave his ambitions for me?

On new years eve, I made the biggest mistake. I shouldn't have. I should have listened to my conscious that was preventing me to make that mistake. Why? Oh Why did I listen to my heart? It all started when my friends and I planned for new year (only girls) party at a club. I was totally excited with idea of getting drunk. That was first mistake I did. We danced and got drunk.

It was first time I got drunk. My mind was blurred. My heart was beating faster. I didn't know what I was doing. I opened my Facebook app on my phone. I checked the messenger and saw he was online. I pinged him without thinking the consequences. "You have forgotten me. But I haven't.", I messaged him. There was no reply. I felt my whole body shiver. What was doing? Anyway I felt excited and cool.

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A Second Chance?- Part 1

It's been a long time since I have written a story.. A story .. A tale of mended love,broken hearts, long distance love and unrequited love. What shall I write today? I have no clue. My mind is blank yet it is filled with words that are scattered everywhere.

"What shall I write?", my mind ponders. A story about a girl crushed in love falls in the same trap again. Hmm.. nice plot indeed. It's my story. I sip my coffee as I travel back to time - three years back when I was broken and lost.

Three years! I am still there with painful past and broken heart. I had loved him. But God had made his own plans. He made my love seems so little like the teenage fantasy. I felt naive to believe in love. It took few seconds for the reality to set in. The boy I loved didn't love me. I was one of his fans. He broke my heart like he did with the other girls.

It was midnight. I was at his place. His mum had organised a party. He wasn't there. I had anxiously waited for him to join. It was boring to be the only youngster amongst the oldies. I dreaded the thought of being here. But mum hadn't listened to me. She had pulled me to his place.

Ah! It was the worst new years eve of my life. The hours seemed like years. The patience in me had died out. I was love wrecked. I only wanted to see him and share my love with him. It was 12 AM. My prince charming arrived. I felt like Cinderella. I only wanted to hold him, touch him , hug him tight and never let him go.

But all my desires flew away when he announced joyfully that he was leaving us for good. He had got admission at MIT. My dreams were shattered. I was heartbroken... Well! My mind had told me to stay away from him. I ignored my mind and followed my heart. I felt weak and embarrased to even stay there. How was I going to congratulate him ? He was going to be faraway from me.

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Sweetness of Love- Part 17

She had hit him hard twice. She stopped when she recognised the stranger's yelp. It was familiar sound. "What the hell? Why are you here?", she asked, startled by Sameer's presence. She was thinking about him few minutes back and he appears out of nowhere.

She wondered about ways to be away from him. And God finds ways to bring him anywhere and everywhere. "Happy Birthday!! I wanted to surprise you", he wished while rubbing his tummy due to pain. He ran towards his bike and bought the flowers and cake for her. "What is all this?",she asked, feeling guilty for hitting him as well as irritated that he had reminded her of the dreadful day.

It was this day her father had left her mother and her to their miserable selves. Instead of being there with them during the hard times, he had left them with huge debt and poverty for better life that came in form of an extra martial affair.

Her world came crashing down as she saw her mother coping up with life and her. She had always thought her father loved them. She was so wrong. After her father's departure from her life, she had erased the word called love from her life. She hated men from then.

"You are always snobbish like this? I mean if it was my birthday, I would be jumping and surrounded by many friends.",he said excitedly. "What's so cool about birthdays? They are normal days like other. They come and go every year. In that way, you must celebrate every day because you don't stop growing every day.",she said.

"You are so boring! Won't you take me home? Aunty must have prepared some sweets...", he said but he couldn't complete his sentence. "Why will my mother be awake so late? She is earlier riser and one to sleep early. We don't believe in birthdays at home.",she argued. "Oh come on! Atleast cut this cake at home",he said, dragging her towards home.

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Sweetness of Love- Part 16

Why? Why don't people leave her alone? But they keep coming. They keep bothering her. Only thing she  ever wanted in life is space. Unfortunately people didn't understand this. She always wished that she was at calm place filled with only happiness.

That day was very far away. It would take her long time to come there. She was putting lot of effort to get there. But God wasn't kind to her. She faced difficulties as well as distractions in life. She begged the life to be simple. What's life when there is no twists?

She followed this funda i.e life is filled with twists. She accepted the hardship in their life as and when they came. Anyway she would face Sameer too. But she still didn't understand how she could get him out of his life.

She was annoyed with the offer. How dare he said that? She felt gross when he said that. Be with him. She wasn't so poor to  be with him. She could still manage her mother and herself. She had learnt to be independent in hard way when her father had left her. She had helped her mother to lead a secure life though she was too small to understand what is life.

She tried to distract her mind. But those thoughts came every time she sat empty handed. She decided to go for walk. The air was pleasant. The moon shined bright. The clouds momentarily covered the moon. The road was deserted.  But she wasn't scared. She knew the basic martial arts that was enough to protect her from the men like Sameer.


Aggh! This was second time she was thinking about him.  "Why?  He is not worth thinking abou!",she advised herself. She distracted herself to future she had always dreamed. As she was engrossed with planning, a huge brawny hand grabbed her mouth from behind to prevent her from screaming. However she hit him hard on his stomach with all the strength from her elbow.

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Sweetness of Love- Part 15

She had prayed all the Gods from entire universe. Nothing worked. He had again ruined her only source of income. She was angry, frustrated and disappointed. She only wanted him away from her life. She cursed the time when she had accidentally met him.

He had done it again. This time he had embarrassed her in front of everyone. He had called her princess. "Hey princess, why do you work when I am there?", he said. She quietly ignored him and got back to her work.

He didn't leave there. He called the manager and relieved her from work. She had begged the manager to not to listen to lies of this god forsaken guy. But he didn't listen. She packed her bag and walked out. Her mind was filled with thoughts of what will happen next.

Sameer walked past her. "What? What the hell do you want from me?", she asked. "You have taken my source of income. How will I find another job? How will I pay my bills?",she continued. He smiled sheepishly.

"Why do you worry so much? I am there! I will take care of your bills.", he said. "No! I don't want your help. I am not that type of girl. I have dreams. I want achieve them through my hard work.", she protested.

" Well! Be with me. Let me show you life. I will take care of you and your expenses.", he said. She glared at him and slaps him hard. His cheeks turned pink. It's like bee had stung him. He is shocked. He had never been slapped by his dad ..forget about being slapped by girl.

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Sweetness of Love- Part 14

Days passed since Dhriti was discharged from hospital. She was fine now though she felt bit weak now and then. The medicines were curing her. However peace never stuck to her life for long time. Sameer never left her alone. He followed her everywhere.

She ran towards her part time job as soon as her last class got over. It was her first day at the job. It wasn't great. She had to handle orders in the small cafe where hardly people hung. She had chosen the place carefully in order to avoid any more contacts from Sameer.

She had been trying to avoid him since the time he start jeopardizing her work by reliving her and paying her boss the double amount they were paying her at home. She had searched this place carefully. She was confident that he wouldn't follow her in this dingy cafe.

But that never happened. He found her. He had seen her cleaning the counter in the cafe. How did he find her was dumb question. She knew it. He had some people to spy on her. He must have paid some of her classmates to spy on her. She hated them.

She made face when she saw him. She disliked him zillion times. Even if he was last person in planet earth, she wouldn't let him in. He smiled and walked  towards the counter to place the order. She glared at him. It had been zillionth time that she had glared at him and he didn't bother.

As a good professional, she placed his order. She prepared his latte and sandwhich as per his requirements (lot of cheese and no cucumber). She prayed that he just had his snack and left. She hoped that he didn't make her quit this job too.


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