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Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • Embracing Rejection

    In a cozy room adorned with the warm glow of the setting sun, a young woman named Emily found herself immersed in a melancholic moment. As the light danced across her desk, she opened her laptop, her heart brimming with anticipation. Emily, an aspiring writer, had recently submitted one of her stories to a company she had dreamt of working for.

    With trembling hands, she navigated to her inbox, hoping for a positive response. Among the messages, she spotted an email from the company. Anxiety gripped her, causing her heart to race as if attempting to break free from her chest. Despite her nervousness, Emily summoned her courage and clicked on the email.

    “We are sorry to inform you that…” were the words that greeted her, dashing her hopes and dreams in an instant. The weight of yet another rejection bore down on her, and tears welled up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks like a torrential downpour. It was her fifteenth rejection, each one chipping away at her spirit.

    Emily had always been a bright student, her mind brimming with thoughts and stories waiting to be shared. From a young age, she had dreamt of becoming a writer, fueled by the encouraging words of those around her. But the relentless stream of rejections had begun to take its toll, breaking her spirit and leaving her in despair.

    As she sat there, tears streaming down her face, the thought of sharing this news with her parents loomed over her. They had always been her unwavering support, her backbone. She felt as though she had let them down. Comparing herself to her successful friends, who had secured well-paying jobs, only intensified her self-doubt and self-loathing.

    In that moment of vulnerability, her mother entered her room, having heard Emily’s cries. Without a word, she sat beside her daughter, embracing her tightly, offering solace through her silent presence. Moments later, Emily’s father joined them, understanding the depth of her pain. Together, they provided a comforting embrace that spoke volumes of their love and support.

    In the hours that followed, Emily gradually regained her composure. Her father shared stories of his own struggles and rejections that he faced, before becoming a successful Professor. Upon hearing her father’s story Emily had a newfound respect for him, and she realized that setbacks were merely stepping stones on the path to success.

    With a flicker of hope rekindled within her, Emily resolved to be patient with herself, to persist despite the obstacles she faced. She drew strength from her father’s unwavering determination, vowing to follow in his footsteps. That night, after a soul-soothing walk with her parents, Emily returned to her room, a renewed fire burning in her heart.

    The next morning, armed with resilience and a newfound perspective, Emily opened her laptop once again. Rather than dwelling on the rejections, she embarked on a new journey of exploration, seeking out fresh writing opportunities. She had come to understand that it wasn’t the absence of setbacks that defined her, but rather her unwavering courage to persevere, no matter the outcomes.

  • Love Letter

    Dear Meera,

    When I was fifteen, the boys in my area would hang out around a nearby tea shop. Some would sit there the whole day, drinking gallons and gallons of tea. Being shy and a recluse, I was desperate to make friends, to know people, and to be part of something. So I went there one day and hung around for nearly an hour. Summoning the courage to utter words, drinking a few cups in the process. When I was preparing to leave, after failing miserably in my attempt to socialize, I suddenly sensed excitement among others. All the boys were looking in the same direction, towards the roof of an apartment building. After a few confusing seconds, I realized that all the boys used to gather there not to socialize but to get a glimpse of girls who used to come up to the roof in the evening.

    I know I am an idiot as you often tell me. Fifteen years old and not knowing about teenage romantic desperation. That’s how I used to be back then. But all that changed that day, because that what the day I saw you for the first time. After all the girls left and naturally all the boys too. I was still there, drowning in my loneliness. Until I saw you on the same rooftop. You were wearing blue that day. The color of your dress mixed perfectly with the blueness of the sky. You looked divine, someone sent from above. Blue became my favorite color from that day. I appreciated everything that had blue in it because it reminded me of you. Though that changed next week when I saw you in a yellow dress. That day you made me love sunflowers and marigolds and sunlight. Since then my favorite color is whatever I see you in.

    Of 22 years of my existence, the seven years since I saw you have been the most fortunate. But my favorite is the day when we became friends. The day when I fell from my bike right in front of you. And when you lend your hands to pick me up. To be honest, I was trying to impress you by riding as fast as I could. Knowing you now, that would have never worked. Thanks to that stone that tripped me. And thanks to whoever left it in the middle of the road. I am sorry that your handkerchief was stained with my blood. When you asked me if I was hurt while wiping the blood off my lips, I wanted to tell you that I was in ecstasy. A broken jaw had never felt so good.

    You became the first person who tried to know me, who saw something of value inside me, something that even my parents couldn’t. Or maybe you didn’t care if I was of any value. You made me a friend and accepted me as I was — lame, recluse, and idiotic.

    You were what my parents would consider — a bad influence. You made me bunk school for the first time to watch a movie. You made me ride a Ferris wheel and bathe in ice-cold water. I couldn’t understand your enthusiasm for movies and music and rain and clouds and dogs, even insects and busy traffic…at first. But I realized that you are the kind of person that does not like to dislike.

    The heavens blessed me when I got to share the same college with you. Those three years that should have been a prolonged nightmare for someone like me became a dream. All because of your presence in the same building. The best part of those college days was the ten minutes that I got to spend with you during our walk from the lecture hall to the chemistry lab. I hated that chemistry lab for separating us.

    I could not understand why you encouraged me towards poetry. I was horrible at communication. I am sorry I fought with you for that poetry competition. But you enrolled me knowing that I could not speak on stage in front of an audience. My stupid brain thought that you wanted to make fun of me with your new friends. I was so wrong. You wanted nothing but happiness for me.

    That evening of poetry competition was magical. I thought I would die on stage. I almost had, if you weren’t there on the fifth row cheering amid all the “boos…you suck…and get off the stage”. I won that night but you celebrated as if you did. Perhaps, it was indeed your victory. You created an artist.

    I wanted to confess my love sooner. I tried many times, but my words betrayed me. Ironic, isn’t it? A poet can’t find words to express his love. The closest I came to confessing was the night when you told me about your to-do “bucket list”. It made me happy that you had so many new desires and so many ambitions. Your face was lit up like a morning sky. Before you told me, I had already guessed that you got a job. You were so happy, but trust me I was happier. I wanted you to be free from the tyranny of your family ever since the first time I saw you get hit by your uncle. I am sorry I never told you. But I know. I have known about your family situation for the last six years. I know that you conceal your tears. I know that you were raised by your uncle and aunt after the death of your father and your mother was helpless in front of them. Though I couldn’t tell you what I wanted to do that night, I slept in tranquility because I heard what I wanted to, do for five long years.

    I want you to know that this is one of the many versions of a love letter I have written over the years. I wish I wouldn’t have to read it over the bank of Ganges where your ashes were immersed. I am sorry I did not attend your cremation. It was too hard to see you burn. I wish I could have told you earlier, maybe that would have stopped you from taking that bus. I don’t care if you rejected me. I just want you in this world, breathing the same air. I want your heart to beat more than anything in this world right now.

    Anyway, don’t worry too much about me, I am going to be busy. I have a new dream, to do everything you wanted to do. I have already enrolled in belly dance classes. It is so uncomfortable, I had no idea the human body could move that way. Girls make fun of me during the entire duration of our class. But I still finish it because I know you are looking at me from above, laughing and giggling. See, even after leaving this world you are making me do outlandish things just like when we were teenagers.

    I am going to live my life, just like you wanted to live yours. To the fullest. I promise.

    It is written in the Vedas that fire is the messenger between the people and God. I am going to burn this letter. I hope the God of Fire would deliver it to you.

    I love you, Meera.

    Your Friend. In this life and beyond.

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  • THE NIGHT SKY

    THE NIGHT SKY

    Have you ever looked at the night sky? The dark clear blue sky when Orion is the brightest is especially close to my heart. I always used to take a stroll in the neighborhood at night after work, my sole comfort in my hectic life and then somehow the intersection of the roads became an integral part of my life. I had never travelled by those roads but at the bus stop opposite to the intersection was exactly why I ever became so close to them and him. He was a pretty rough young guy who looked like he had been separated from his mother for quite some time now. I was never so fond of him or any of his kind, in fact for me he was just another “it” but that’s the beauty of life I guess, for today it’s him in whom I am ever so more invested. It was when Orion shined the brightest that I crossed the intersection for the first time in the months I had been there. I would usually leave late from office and my night walks were all between 10 and 11 but that fateful night I was home at 7 and thus I decided to go on a long walk. However, it was cut short the moment I saw him on the opposite side of the intersection, sitting all alone on the sidewalk feeding a small fluffy black cat. I looked at him and I have no recollection when I stopped seeing everyone else beside him. It was a pretty quiet neighborhood and only occasionally would a vehicle or man take those roads. Maybe that’s why I walked towards him as if possessed. He appeared somewhat of an introvert purely based on my guess for I was one myself but I didn’t want to be her that night and so I asked him how was he so pretty. I know it was creepy of me to initiate a conversation with a stranger that way, but it was my first try after all. Though, what matters is I was successful in the end. He was taken aback for he was very concentrated on the cat but other than that he was so welcoming that it felt like I had made an error in my judgement which I of course had. “Akio, Akio is my name. Nice to meet you Miss..?” 

    He sure was outgoing to give out his name first and definitely smart for he knew my intentions. No wonder all our coincidences seemed far too deliberate to be one. I stopped working overtime, but I would occasionally be late for my night walks and coincidentally Akio would also be feeding cats in other neighborhoods. Anyhow we managed to meet each other almost everyday rather every night and we became friends really quickly. He was a veterinarian by profession and a cat lover by passion. We talked about all sorts of things, his workplace, my workplace, his cats and kittens and why to name blacky, “blacky”. One evening after our coincidences became planned meetings Akio confided how he was searching for a home for blacky as he was supposed to leave for Russia for a seminar the next month and he was worried about blacky for it was a really quiet neighborhood. I never liked cats, but I was sure by then that I certainly liked Akio and a lot at that to not take the opportunity to have him visit me frequently and that’s how blacky became the part of my family. 

    I read it somewhere that watching the first snow with a lover meant a happy marriage for life with them and it was a Sunday when it grew super cold. I was certain that it would snow but uncertain if Akio would be willing to watch the first snow with me, I had a reason, but I was also certain that he definitely had no reason, for we were only good friends. It didn’t snow all day and we had no meetings planned that day either, so I decided to go on a walk that evening. I reached the intersection and was standing just in the middle when I saw at the bus stop a familiar back of a man in a black suit (my favourite) holding a bouquet of white and red roses and with him blacky. I was wondering whether or not to cross the road when he turned to me, walked straight with his lips forming a small curve with every stride,  knelt on one knee, handed me the bouquet and in his low deep voice which was a bit shaky, said slowly, “I know this is way too surprising to be a surprise but I hope Lumie you do feel the same way as me. So, Miss Lumie please allow me to make your breakfasts, drop you at work, pick you up every evening, carry you to your bed and kiss you goodnight for the rest of your life.” I always thought why people would ever cry at their happiest moments and I was right, I was just too happy to let a tear overshadow my loudest yes! It felt so exhilarating to not have to resist any more to kiss that handsome face and so the moment my lips touched his and his eyes grew wider, the first snow of the year fell, and I said yes. 

    For our families it was a flash marriage but for us it was as if we had known each other for a lifetime and so on the day the heaviest snow fell we got our marriage certificates. The whole world seemed too white and blinding and so as usual in our wedding dresses we decided to talk a walk back home via the same intersection we met each other. Akio was the most compassionate man I had ever met but my selfish self wanted him to be a little less compassionate towards others but I never wanted to be proven right in either. We were at the bus stop with the roads covered in the white snow as bright as my wedding dress so much so that it was even blinding. Maybe that’s why neither him nor me could see the truck crossing the quiet neighbourhood but Akio did see blacky and in the next second, I remember my wedding dress and the snow were covered in the brightest red I always hated.

    It is our twelfth anniversary, and I am still waiting at the bus stop this winter night when the Orion is at its brightest for it is the day we first met. And until we meet each other again I have decided to wait here at the intersection searching him in my memories, always smiling at me happily, the only place where I can see him with my eyes. 

  • Petals of Trust 

    Petals of Trust 

    In a quaint little cottage, a world of enchanting beauty, resided a little child named Alka, blessed with the wisdom of her loving grandpa. Together, they cultivated a magical garden, where nature’s palette unfolded in a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues.

    One serene evening, as the golden sun began its descent, casting a warm glow upon the land, Alka ventured into the garden, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Amongst the tapestry of blossoms, her gaze fixated upon a mesmerizing pink rose, its velvety petals beckoning to her like whispers from a secret realm.

    With tiny fingers, she plucked the rose from its abode, cradling its delicate beauty in her hands. Unbeknownst to her, her grandpa watched her with a twinkle in his eyes, appreciating the innocence that danced within her soul.

    “Dear Alka,” he gently spoke, “May I admire the rose for a fleeting moment?”

    Clutching the precious bloom tightly, Alka retorted, “No, it is mine! I won’t give it away.”

    Her grandpa, the paragon of patience, replied, “Indeed, my dear, it is yours to cherish. Yet, might you lend it to me for a mere minute?” And so, she surrendered a single petal, reluctantly parting with a fragment of her treasure.

    Her grandpa, adorned with wisdom, smiled tenderly and said, “Thank you, my dear.” However, he repeated his plea, requesting the rose once more. One by one, Alka relinquished additional petals, caught between her desire to keep the rose and her curiosity about her grandpa’s intentions.

    Petal by petal, until only the bare stem remained clasped within Alka’s grasp. Her heart sank, disappointment tugging at her innocent spirit. She wondered why her grandpa insisted on the entire flower.

    With a gentle touch, her grandpa lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Softly, he spoke, “My dear Alka, I asked for the rose because I wished to fashion it into a splendid hair band, a crown befitting the beauty that resides within you. It would have adorned your flowing locks, reminding you of the magic we share in this garden.”

    Alka’s eyes widened, realization dawning upon her. The rose she had so ardently clung to was meant to be transformed into a wondrous symbol of love from her grandpa. Yet, in her reluctance, she had missed the opportunity to wear nature’s gift upon her head.

    In the echoes of this tender tale lies a timeless message, 

    Just as Alka learned to trust her grandpa’s intentions, we, too, are called to place our faith in the loving embrace of the Divine. When God asks for something from us, be it a possession, a dream, or a piece of our hearts, He does so not to deprive or diminish, but to create space for renewal and transformation.

    Embrace the dance of faith, for in giving everything to God, we discover that His blessings know no bounds, and His love envelops us like a gentle breeze, carrying us closer to the fulfillment of our truest purpose.

    So, dear friend who ever read this, when the Divine calls upon you, listen with an open heart, and offer your gifts without questioning. Trust him and he replaces with abundant blessings, love, growth, and a deeper connection to the beautiful symphony of life orchestrated by His divine hand.

    GOD BLESS YOU – WHOEVER READS THIS :  )

  • Love and Time

    Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

    Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

    Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

    Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.

    “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

    Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh… Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”

    Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

    Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who helped me?” “It was Time,” Knowledge answered. “Time?” asked Love, “But why did Time help me?”

    knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

  • “Bonds Beyond Borders”

    In a small village in Punjab, young Rahul and Aalia , best friends since childhood,  saw their lives changing by the partition of India. Rahul belonged to a Hindu family, while Aalia came from a Muslim background. With time, hostilities grew between their families as, Rahul’s family decided to migrate to India, while Aalia’s family were prepared to cross the border and join Pakistan. On the eve of the division, chaos overtook the village, however, Rahul and Aalia adhered to their bond. They met secretly under the starry sky, sharing dreams of a future where love and understanding would win over hatred and division.

    The day of departure arrived, Rahul’s family left for India in a dangerous voyage. Along the voyage, they faced countless obstacles and witnessed unspeakable horrors incidents. Aalia’s family too faced their own trials as they travelled  towards Pakistan. Months turned into years, and Rahul and Aalia’s lives took different paths. They faced the challenges of rebuilding their shattered lives, haunted by memories of the separation and the price they had to pay to achieve freedom.

    Aalia and Rahul were reunited on the border that once tore them apart decades later when old age set in. As they hugged, tears of joy and pain mixed as they realized their friendship had crossed time and space’s barriers. This story of Rahul and Aalia became a symbol of unity and resilience, reminding the world that even in the face of difficulty, love and friendship can bridge the deepest divides.

  • Blue 

    *silence* Everything feels cold, I feel like I’m surrounded by something and I’m…..”WATER!!” A gush of panic takes hold of me letting my survival instincts take over me. I frantically kick my legs and flail my arms around to get to the surface. “Why am I breathing…”, I just notice the air bubbles rising from my nose. It’s a mayhem in my brain. There’s water all around me, and somehow…. SOMEHOW, I AM BREATHING UNDER WATER!

    My situation is a strange one right now, I am surrounded by water it feels like I am drowning in a giant ocean of some sorts, but am I really drowning? The last thing I remember was staring at my mail folder for the design requirements of the upcoming car, but my memory feels hazy after that.

    “I was starting AutoCAD and then my Soul asked whether I wanted a cold coffee.” “HUH?!” I screamed as a new fear implanted itself in my mind, my wife is she also trapped in this ocean? I look around trying to search for her but all I could was constant emptiness or rather the empty ocean. “This is strange”, there weren’t any fishes around, “What is this godforsaken world, where is Soull!!”

    While I am nervous about what’s going on around me and overthinking about the worst of situations, I heard a faint call following it my eyes wondered to the bottom of the ocean where I saw it. “Light?” it was sparkling so bright to be coming from the depths of ocean. “Maybe an underwater exploration vehicle”, I mustered up my hopes thinking that there maybe be a chance to find out what’s going on or rather optimistically “get rescued”, I muttered.

    It was really different, somehow, I felt attracted towards this light as I kept following it, swimming deeper and deeper and the light grew brighter and a smile escaped my lips as I reached out my hand towards it as if it was calling me to itself. “Good morning.…”, a bright flash enveloped me, it was then I looked at them those deep and black eyes of hers, my home. My Soul was cradling my head on her lap. “What were you doing”, she looks at me with her very old smile the one that captures my heart every time I encounter it. “I was……”, I paused and looked at her,”….drowning in your eyes.”

    “Oh stop with those cheesy lines.”, she giggled as I proceeded to hug her and let my exhaustion take over me again. “Time to sleep I guess”.

  • Man Ki Baat

    Thoda Rukh idhr bhi kariye, baitha hai koi apke intezaar me

    Itna bhi kya rukhsat hona, itni bhi kya mashrufiyat..

    Thoda zikr hamara bhi ho, do batein hum bhi krein,

    thodi khwahish hai guft-gu ki,

    Aap aayenge humare paas bhi ek waqt lekar, baitha h koi iss iqrar mein!!

    Yun to ek pal bhi sadiyon sa lgta h apke intezar mein,

    Baithe rehte h hum raah nihare, kabhi aayenge aap paas humare

    Fir aapke aane se, ek arsa bhi nikl jata h apse taqraar me..!!

    Uff ye kambakkht raat kaise guzregi

    Ab to bss ye tere khayalo se milegi

    In bebas ankhon ka kya kasur, ye to bs ab tere didar ko tarsengi..

    Ye nind bhi ab to mujhse ye keh ke chli gyi ki.

    Jis awaz ko sun ke hum aate h, aaj wo nhi suni, to humari tumhari aaj baat nhi banegi

    Aapke sath waqt kaise gujra khabar na rehti h kuch

    Hrr baar adhura sa reh jata h kuch n kuch!

    Main chahta hoon tumse bolu kuch na kuch!

    Prr ye kambakkht kabhi pura hi nhi hota h, jise kehte h kuch na kuch.!!

                                                                                                                                                                     ~Rk

  • A DAY AT COLLEGE

    Daniel’s POV

    “Bell rings”

    Ahh man finally today’s classes are over. Boring lectures, gods!

    “Hey Daniel why are making that face? Didn’t you enjoy the class?”

    “Go on mock me….”

    “I was kidding, come on let’s drink something and let’s go home today was tiring”

    “Sure, come let’s go”

    We both drink coffee and part our ways. I start walking towards the bus stop. Today the bus stop is empty unlike the other days. I sit there and putting my earphones on I start watching movie knowing that the bus won’t come for next half an hour. Suddenly I hear something……something sweet, I rise my head check what it was and there she was standing, dark brown eyes, her wavey and long hair matching the color of her eyes, her symmetric lips, brighter than strawberry and her yellow midi making her look like some fairy tale princess who is in search of her prince charming……

    “I’m the one”

    “Uh…what? I was asking about the bus. I wanted to know when would next bus arrive and would that go to M.G. colony?”

    “uh” oh you dimwit stop drooling “ah the next bus won’t arrive for next 20 mins and yes it’ll go your specified place so don’t worry.”

    “Thank you” she smiles. Damn her smile what was that, who is she? Did she just land from heaven or what?

    I haven’t seen her before I guess she’s new here. Who is she!!!!!?

    “Hello miss, ummm I haven’t seen you before anywhere nearby this place are you new here? Again, you need not answer sorry to bother you.”

    “no it’s ok, yes I’m new here, I guess you go to G.B.B college?”

    “Yeah, how do you know?”

    Aurora’s POV

    How do I know? I was just drooling over you in the class today look at you how handsome you are beautiful beyond the words. The moment my eyes fell on you, it felt like I had reached into a world of fairy tale. Those dark brown orbs and that stare with which you observed made my heart skip a beat. You looked ethereal. When I looked at you, I didn’t want to unlook you again. The way your body is built, those muscles and firmness in your figure made me gulp. He was like a dream come true. His nicely built shoulders and neck, with the sharp jawline that was highlighting his face so much more. It looked as if he was Aphrodite’s favorite art. Miraculous!

    “I saw you in the class today, I am in the same class as you.” I simply said eating away all the thoughts I was having. As I was talking to him, I heard a familiar sound, I turned around to find my mom on her scooter coming towards me. “Well I guess it’s my time to leave, mom came” I said

    “OH cool then meet you tomorrow”

  • In DARK

    In DARK

    I felt it again tonight. Why is it that I am not repelled of a touch that feels anything but humane? Why is it that I wish never to lose the feeling of being touched by a dark, gloomy sensation that haunts me every night? I let him haunt me. I wish he haunts me for eternity.

    Maybe it’s not unknown, maybe I know who it is. Of course I do know it is him. Within that cold unrelenting embrace that almost brings me to the verge of death every day, there is something heart wrenchingly beautiful about it all! He comes back every day to me for me, he crosses the realm of the dead for me. Everything that seems impossible, he does, for me. Is it my imagination that he comes back or is it the phantom of my guilt that washes over me everytime I wake up in the morning? I wish I knew the answer to all that.

     I opened my eyes to let the brightness of the new day sink in. I hate the sun nowadays. It brought me back to the mundane reality which I hated more than my own reflection in the mirror. It’s been a month since my ex died. To be honest he was never simply an ex, he was my everything, he was my first love. We were both orphans of the same orphanage. It was like we were destined to be together. I loved him naturally, our relationship was out of the world. It seemed like the world conspired against us because we were so perfect.you see nothing beautiful and pure in this world remained the way it is. It is tainted, may it be blood or sorrow, darkness brings the end of purity, sprouting experience within. I was blind in my love for him. I had faith that was unmatched. I worshipped him. He was a senior, around two years older than me. My love was of a maniac kind. I wished to be with him every moment. It felt hard to breathe whenever he wasn’t with me. 

    He graduated high school before me and left for college and moved out of the orphanage. I tried to be supportive and cheered him on. He was indeed a great and bright student of sorts. I wished the best for him but I hated the fact that he left me alone in the school. I slowly fell into a delirium of doubts and suspicion. One day I called him and I heard whispers in the background, female ones. I calmly talked and went back home. That was the day I started keeping tabs on him. Whatever he did, wherever he went,I wished to know it all. 

    He was a clueless one indeed. He didn’t notice me at all. I skipped school to follow him around. Just being in his presence felt nice. Until one day, I saw him go into an infamous love hotel with a girl. He looked smug and was smiling. My idea of him was shattered. I wished I could tell him how hurt I felt. I stood there for awhile and moved. He had to be punished for his infidelity. I confronted him that day and broke things off with him. He was beyond ashamed but I didn’t back down. He left without even saying goodbye. The problem with him was that he never really gave me his whole heart.

    I had always wished for it. He thought he had cut things off with me but you see, he had unleashed something far worse. In a few days of time just like a reformed rake he came back to me begging for forgiveness. This time, I wished for him to stay. This time,forever. So I took him to my bedroom and asked for his phone. He simple mindedly handed it over to me. I had made my bedroom in a fortress by then. I locked the door behind me and watched him bang on the door for hours. He screamed a lot. Called for help and opened the window which had been shut by wooden plaques, it only came out as a muffled cry which could easily be discarded as a cat. A few people called me inquiring about him and I said he had left long ago. Days passed. I planted alibis on his usual path so that the police can never doubt an innocent girl like me. In this world, you can even buy alibis with money. Soon a search began..

    As we had broken up a few months and three alibis had told the officials that I was with them during the time. I wasn’t at home at all. They just called me in for a routine interrogation after someone filed a missing complaint and let me off. Of course the man was promiscuous and had many women alongside me. I came back home satisfied, thinking that I owned him.I was pleased, my mania was pleased. This went on for a month. I did not bring him food. I wished to punish him thoroughly. One day, I heard nothing more than silence from that room. I opened to see a sickly lifeless body, lying with eyes wide open. He had died. I kept the body in. I preserved it in ice and had it stored away. Now his body rested in a trunk inside my bed. I needed a better way to preserve him. Only ice wouldn’t do.

    It was a calming feeling. I embalmed him myself, and preserved him in honey. It cost me a fortune but yes, I had him inside my bed. Every night now, he came back to me,crawling up from inside and placing his hand on me. It’s a dark cold touch which I can’t break free from. I wish not to. My life goes on as I have stopped going outside. I wish to stay in this room, where time seems to have stopped and Thanatos seems to have taken over. I wish for his touch to be eternal. I wish it to kill me someday, so we can rot away together like we were destined to be. I wish for this to stay forever. I wish to walk alone in my bedroom and remember the good times we had on that bed under which he rests. I laugh as that dark entity brings its hand around my neck again. I laugh as it adores me at a chokehold. I laugh as all light leaves my body.