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Everyday we meet hundreds of people.....we have our opinion about them........ we judge them based on how and what aspects of their personality, they show us......... and how our perception of who they really are changes with time and how some events change the course of our relationship with them........
Tagged, is a story about this woman who thought she'd found "the one" only to discover later that life wasn't all that simple.......... The man she loved so much was actually.............was actually........no you guessed it wrong- not gay....hehe.... .........the man she loved was actually.... oh common now read on and find out yourself..........and how things take a sad turn at the end of the story.........
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She’d met him years ago. He’d introduced himself as a
dentist- she clearly remembered. And love was just a matter of time for a
couple that looked so lovely together.
He insisted he paid all the bills always- at dinner, at the
theatre, everywhere. He came across as a rich man with a strong family
background though she had never met or heard about any of his family members.
When marriage was only a few months away, she opened the
door to a woman and two little girls standing behind her in tattered clothes.
They looked poor and hungry and weak.
After she’d talked to her, she could not stand on her feet,
she couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t stop blaming her fate.
The woman was his wife and the girls his children. And he
was no dentist.
She was sitting on the sofa right in front of the door,
waiting for the guilty to arrive. It was late in the night.
The door opened. The vase that was in her hands till now,
hit the man right in the middle of his forehead. He was bleeding.
“how could you?” she shouted.
He fell at her feet.
I was going to tell you. I was going to tell you everything.
And he went on. She looked away but he went on.
He convinced her how his married life was completely ruined.
How his wife exploited her in different ways. How he saw her and fell in love
with her almost instantaneously.
He said he had done it all only to get her. Only because he
loved her. He didn’t want any of her father’s money. He only wanted her love.
“I don’t have the money that woman’s asking for a divorce,
that’s why I’m still married. Else I’d have left her long ago.”
He wiped her tears and kissed her. He knew her heart had
melted for him. Her initial resistance to his touch had dissipated.
A few weeks passed and she had arranged some money,
sufficient for him to get a proper divorce. She gave it to him, her hands
resting in his hands as she gave the money to her to be- husband.
He hugged her tight, the feeling was inexplicable. The love
seemed inseparable. But, he had to go. He was going for a noble cause.
“it’ll take me a week to return” she remembered him saying.
A week passed and then another and with every day that
passed – her tears seemed to dry out a little more.
Somewhere probably she’d already known that he would not
return. This was may be an ultimate test of his loyalty.
She had taken the right decision of sending him away.
Who knows, may be the woman and the children were a part of
that conman’s plan to get all that money- she thought.
“Newspaper!”
She wearily took it from the boy and threw it aside with the
other old papers. He probably had always been doing this. Must have done this
several other times with several other women.
The stack of newspapers had piled up by the side of the
door. She no longer found enthusiasm in anything, leave alone the newspaper.
Somewhere in the stack, in some corner of some page of some
half torn newspaper- the headlines chattered about a man -who was killed in a
road accident, three months ago, but nobody heard them speak! Nobody heard
those voices speak!
Siddhant Gupta
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