Can anyone tell me a story of broken love in just 200 words
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“Everything packed?” he asked in a mild tone. He knew it’s not easy but he had to do it.
“Yes, I did pack everything. In the right side pocket I have also kept a framed picture of us. Any day you miss ‘us’ open it. ” His wife said lovingly.
“You know I don’t like these things. I have ‘us’ in my wallet. Remember? And moreover imprinted in my heart.”
“I know Mr. Old World. But I need you to carry it for me. It will seem when I will look at our picture in the same frame probably somewhere you would be doing the same. That feeling will be the only smile on my face after you leave.”
“Please take care. I will miss you. You know I am bad with words. Bear please. This time she needs me more than you do.” He said picking up his luggage and head facing the wall.
“I know. And I know when you will be back we will be so much back in love. ”
He tip toed and hugged her from the back while she was adoring herself and her husband in the mirror. He kissed her neck softly. She closed her eyes with the black mascara drop falling down her cheek. Her saree plate just felt a little bit more close to him and he leaves with her fragrance.
BAD WITH WORDS,HE REGRETS.
And her combat increases with days when she has to let him go for someone else. She is a lady living with mere feelings and substances he left behind. She comes back smells each letter that he had sent over for all his trips. Reads them again and again. Tear drops, smile, a little heavy heart , an unknowing fear, a sacred chant all live within her reading each word and closely measuring them.
Her love just waited for all the days to come. When he will be back. When there will be network to listen to him, when there will be breath to feel upon her cheeks , when there will be kisses to intensify her beats, when there will be yellow dupattas falling off her shoulder and he won’t be able to put it back leaving the best love feeling.
“I am so proud to be an Army Officer’s wife. He leaves me each time for his motherland, and who can feel more loved than me? His touch still shakes me up thousand times. I am waiting for my next touch, My loved touch.” She writes as she sleeps with her diary.
Her love is inexplicable and there he is holding the frame close to his heart sleeping with it. Choices were made not knowing but still love made some choices. They fell for it simply!! :)