"You killed my parents, destroyed my youth, broke my heart, and yet, my heart claims something and my mind explains something else," lashed Atharv, through gritted teeth and his eyes burning like hot ambers in the flame of fury.
She had anticipated his words, neither in her best dream nor her worst nightmare. And the unanticipated happening had benumbed her.
Killed his parents? How?
Broke his heart?
His complaint had confirmed her yesteryear fantasy of reigning his heart in a way that broke her own heart.
"But you know what? My mind always triumphs. Always. And my mind says that you are nothing but a manipulator like your family. Your family played with my family's feelings and destroyed it completely, and you are no different!"
I am Yagya, thank you for visiting my profile. I started writing to fulfill my grandma's dream, who wanted to be a writer herself.
- Love Mythology, Thrillers, History and Psychology
- Birthday: 13th March
A die-hard fan of detectives like Sherlock and shows like the Blacklist, and passion-driven into the field of medicine, you will find many themes reminiscent of the two contrasting yet similar fields.
Is moving on forgetting love or just prioritizing future over your past?
The duration spent with each other does not define the most beautiful of relationships, Atharv. They are defined by the smile which adorns your lips when you think of the one who would never fail to bring a smile to your lips; the tears which make their way out when you miss their unwavering succor and beautiful memories which resurface upon the mere mention of their name. I moved on. I agree, but that does not mean that I never looked back in the hope of finding you.