Aaditya looked at her face and expected her to bring a person from her royal blue handbag. But she simply stood there staring at his face with that innocent smile.
A tear fell from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
“I have always been in love with you Aaditya. But I felt that you would prefer a slim,beautiful girl and not a person like me. So, I never expressed it”
Her eyes flooded and Aaditya wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss away the tears. But fate didn’t allow him that.
“You were always beautiful to me Rati. You will not know how many roses failed to be graced in your hand because of my lack of courage. I love you and I have always loved you!”
The two lovers spelled out their unrequited love.
It had been a few months since their confession and Rati had been taking care of Aaditya. Aaditya was in an elated mood since their meeting and his mood had improved a lot. But his health was deteriorating rapidly. Doctors had found a clot in an arterty supplying his brain. But he never cared for he had his love with him.
Aaditya passed away a year later.
Rati felt depression washing over her once again. At the height of her depression, she took a knife from the kitchen and slashed her wrists. But she was saved and after months of counselling, she started looking at life in a new way.
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She had finished her coffee and she kept the blood stained knife back in her bag. She had kept the knife as a remembrance. It freaked out her frinds and family, but she was different.
It was the first year anniversary of Aditya’s death. She had taken that knife along with her to remind herself to live.
She will not try to take away her life again, because it is not just hers. It was theirs and she will live for both of them and for their love.
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