My Soulmate Died: Two Weeks Of Love, Now Just A Dark, Haunting Wish.
He's gone. They called me at 7 PM today. My Abhi… my world, my everything, just ceased to exist. Only two weeks. That's how much time the universe granted us to feel truly, deeply loved. But in those fleeting days, he became my entire life, my complete universe.
He was the sweetest, most gentle soul I’d ever met. So incredibly intelligent, so handsome, a true gentleman. He was my perfect match, my *jaan*. He held my hand and looked into my eyes, saying he’d never been happier, that I completed him. He even promised me the most beautiful ring, a future we would build together, a life full of laughter and endless love. It felt like our *kismat* had finally brought us together.
Then came the horrific call about the car crash. His friend, who was with him, walked away with minor injuries, while my Abhi was rushed to the ICU, fighting for every breath. As I waited in that sterile, suffocating corridor, praying, hoping, a dark, shameful thought crept into my heart. God forgive me, but I wished it had been his friend instead. Why him? Why my perfect Abhi, when another could be spared to live? My heart screamed with an irrational fury.
But my prayers went unanswered. My love, my promise, my future – all shattered into a million pieces. Two weeks. Just two weeks of pure bliss, of feeling truly alive, and now only this gaping wound remains. Every breath feels like a betrayal. The world gave us heaven, only to snatch it away so cruelly. How do I live with this emptiness, with the memory of a promise that will now forever remain an unfulfilled dream?
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