Aarav met Meera during their college days. It wasn’t love at first sight; it was the kind that crept up on them slowly, through stolen smiles and shared laughter. They became inseparable, two halves of a single story. Aarav’s calm and steady demeanor balanced Meera’s lively and spontaneous spirit.
But as with most love stories, theirs wasn’t perfect. They fought often—sometimes over small things, sometimes over dreams that didn’t align. But no matter how bad the fight, they always found their way back to each other.
After graduating, life pushed them into a new chapter. They decided to move to a new country together, hoping for a fresh start. But instead of bringing them closer, the change widened the cracks in their relationship. Meera struggled to adapt and found solace in new friends, while Aarav worked long hours, trying to build a stable life for both of them.
One day, Meera met someone new. His name was Karan. He was charming, successful, and everything Aarav wasn’t at the time. The connection felt effortless, unlike the strained bond she now shared with Aarav. Slowly, Meera drifted away. Aarav sensed it but didn’t fight. He was tired, broken even, and when she finally told him she was leaving, he didn’t beg her to stay.
Meera started a new life with Karan, thinking she’d found happiness. At first, it felt like she had. There were fancy dinners, laughter, and a life Aarav could never offer her. But something was missing. Late at night, when the world was quiet, she’d think of Aarav—the way he cared for her, his unwavering loyalty, and how he always put her first.
Meanwhile, Aarav’s world crumbled. He fell into a deep depression, unable to move past the love he’d lost. He rarely left his apartment, and his friends worried about him. One rainy evening, while crossing the street, lost in his thoughts, Aarav met with a tragic accident. He didn’t survive.
Months later, Meera couldn’t ignore the emptiness in her heart. She realized Karan could never love her the way Aarav did. She decided to go back to Aarav, to apologize, to start over. But when she reached out to a mutual friend, she learned the heartbreaking news. Aarav was gone.
Meera’s world shattered. She visited his grave, her hands trembling as she placed flowers on the cold stone. She whispered apologies and words she should’ve said when he was alive. But it was too late.
For the rest of her life, Meera lived with the weight of her choices. She couldn’t bring herself to love anyone else, and no matter how much time passed, the pain of losing Aarav never faded. She stayed alone, mourning the man who had loved her with all his heart—a love she realized too late was irreplaceable.