“Please don’t leave me baby! I beg you please! I just love you dear and can’t live without you” she cried.. “Go to hell. Do whatever you want. Die or live. I don’t care about you moron” He disconnect the call. This was the hundredth times when she was begging to save her relation. Four months before her boyfriend broke up with her. Since then her daily routine was just to call him ,messaging him and crying for him. Today she remembered the starting of their relation. It was beautiful, more beautiful than her dreams! Spending their time together, discussion on problems, romance, kisses & everything. Her all time was just for him. She loved it when he call her JAAN..He used to say that she belongs to him. She don’t like cooking. But he said “I will teach you how to make roti!! First I will hold you in my arms from back. Then I placed my hands on your. My chin on your shoulder and then we will  make roti & food for our families.” She always get blushed by these type of talking.He used to say that he would take care of her parents too, she was the love of his life and he will never let her go…  His touch on her body plays the strings of her soul. And she always thought oh! That was something we called love, passion of love & beauty of love! We will be together forever no matters what the conditions are…. But that was past. Long distance told everything which was hidden. That relation based only on lust for him. So it ended finally. She don’t understand what was her fault? Loving him or believing him!! But today his words visualises her the truth. Self-respect matters more than love . She have to move on and she decided to be alive. Yet she knows deeply inside somewhere her soul was already died!!!


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