He was mine. For 4 years. He was the reason of my prayers. To make it forever.
With me some conditions, few promises and trust made me go against my love.

Let me tell you my story.

We were in the same batch in a college. We were dating. Our families were poles apart. His were very modern type while mine were against love marriage.
It seems quite tough from the beginning itself. But, it's from my little experience that no one comes in between when you were falling in love. Real game starts when you've already lost your heart to the same person.
That's life. No?

I never talk about him in my family. My dad were in his last breath due to a liver damage. I, was a responsibility to my dad. His last move was to get me married or make me settle before he dies.

Just, like other story I, too, get into an arranged marriage. My ex-love was knowing to this. He had to make a move. He had his reasons either to win me Or kill me. Because, I too committed love with him. It was very painful for him. To accept our love's defeat.

He thought we can still be together. He thought we can still make love. That was wrong of him.

Maybe our passionate love makes us do wrong things which are right in someone's eyes.

That's it for my love story. The rest was all... destroyed.
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My last night's imagination.


© ~m0n@