Friday 11 March 2016

My first love part 25 (Suriya Prakash)

<after 2 years>
He was working at a private company as a production manager in Singapore. He earned well, enough to support him and his family. He got new set of friends, but he did not forget his old buddies who were the sole reason for his breakup with Anjana.
At the beginning of his conversation with Anjana, he was aiming only to get some physical relationship with her. But now he was a changed man, she changed him and disappeared from his life. She was the most beautiful part of his boring life. She was like a moon giving him the light in the dark night, which was itself getting scorched on the other side, by protecting him from getting burned by the blazing sun.
He still felt her hug which was first and last around his neck. Her sweet scent was still hanging inside his senses. He could not forget her, but she did not needed him anymore. She was happy not around him. She hated him now with every cell in her body. At the same time he wanted to reach out to her and wipe away her tears that ran down her cheeks caused by him.
After they met in her college for the first time in their love life, he took her to the beach were they were happily sitting along the shore and she was enjoying the view of the vast ocean and the sounds of waves crashing under her feet. He was enjoying the sight of her, her smile and even her stubbornness made him fall her all over again. That was when it happened. The thing which he thought that he could erase of her memory. The most worst incident that was still haunting his memory like a deep thorn prick.
Except for his close friend who did not accompany the other bunch of losers who came to the beach, no one else knew about Anjana. They just asked a single question "Hey bro..! What's up man..? Who is this new chick? Until last month you were sitting in the same place with another one right?"
The most favorite thing of his, her smile, was totally gone and was replaced by tears welling her eyes, that she refused to let out in front of strangers.

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