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She kept staring at him , was he the same person whom she had loved! Why were his eyes so disturbing. Did he know that those eyes were ripping her soul?

She had fought a fight which gave her jolts enough to let go what she had held dear. Never had she complained or regretted her decision for she had chose to love and loving someone couldn't be a mistake. The universe revealed to her in his eyes. Those eyes were what she couldn't deceive. One glance from him was enough for her ice cold heart to melt. She had begun to feel her heartbeats vibrating in the air whenever he shot her a glance. All in the name for love, she whispered to herself when she had silently packed her bags to be with him.

She took the train and as the train moved, it moved her life as well. She was moving out of the reach of her loved ones to be with a person whom she wanted to be her world. She didn't want to ponder over her decision, she didn't want her love to change. All in the name for love, she whispered again.

There would he be, waiting for her. She could sense his presence even before she saw him. She could sense love in the air. She almost leaped out of the train in that chilly winter night. Her heart was beating so fast that it drowned every other voice that could have otherwise made their presence felt. She quickly scanned for those pair of eyes which had revolutionised her world. Where were they?

The night slowly gave away to dawn, her heart was sagging but her eyes still kept hoping to meet that gaze.

She slowly became aware of her existence. Was it hunger or was it pain that had made her numb. Her tears had dried but she had never wanted her story to end this way. She starts walking, she stumbles but gathers herself. The address that he had given her keeps tickling her brain. She lands herself in his doorstep. With a bit of reluctance she rings the bell. A pair of blazing eyes stand interrogating her, that very moment she feels weak in her knees and wants to sag down but she instead closes her eyes and tries to let it pass. There she hears his voice and through a veil of tears, she meets his eyes. Those eyes terrify her, she starts feeling suffocated as those eyes seem to not recognise her.
Her world went upside down, she chose him and he chose the world and what suffered in between was love. Love that was meant to heal became the reason to slay but could she stop loving!

Do we choose people or does life makes us follow it's designs. We act smart but isn't life smarter. We decide a unidirectional story for us but life always plans an alternate ending. An ending which never is appealing but do we have a choice?

Love doesn't change, it stays. But people change, the way they feel about love change. Behind a mature face is a childish story which talks about love. Love that slayed and love that healed. We all have a story to celebrate love, don't we?

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