pragya's POV
I ached. silently. all by myself. cursing myself, for not telling you, how much I loved you. and you never understood, how much you hurt me. and when you finally did, it was too late. everything was gone. you took my presence, my silence and my love for granted. hurting me, everytime you got a chance. watching you falling for satan's daughter, I cursed myself even more. more than ever. I feared I couldnt save you. and when we finally got past the obstacles, and fell for each other, it was too late. god had other plans for us. he separated us. still you didnt understand. you never understood how I felt, and why I behaved the way I did. you told me to go. I did.
and now, when I turn back and think of it, it was the best thing I ever did. it brought out the best in me. it taught me how to deal with the worst. it exposed the people I had surrounded myself with, both good and bad. so I came back. completely different of course. you might hate me now. you still dont understand, that I came back for a completely selfish motive. why, you ask? because I still love you.
go ahead, call me selfish, me anything you want. it wont matter to me anymore. because, you made me develop a heart of stone. not for you, but for you enemies. sure, I may be bolder, ruder, more independent, more arrogant, more confident, stronger now. but if you ever loved me, you would see past through this veil, and figure out that I was still the shy, inferior girl that you loved. if you cant, well, that means, its not 'us' anymore, its only 'you' and 'me'. hoping that I make it out through this obstacle course, alive, i sign off for today. yours lovingly, your Chashmish.
