Having androphobia ─ the terror of men, aichmophobia ─ the dread of knives, gamophobia ─ the panic of marriage, hematophobia ─ the anxiety of blood, iatrophobia ─ the agitation of doctors, nyctophobia ─ the distress of darkness, thanatophobia ─ the apprehension of death, phobophobia ─ the fear of fear; I was living a life contradicted to all my fears which surfaced because of the vicious cycle of these fears only.

I know I sounded too pessimistic and enigmatic but this was my brutal reality.

The grotesque, disheartening saga of my life which was too grisly to be even called a black blotch in the most sickening stories in the history of such tales.

Welcome to hell, I chuckled and reminisced about the worst ancient days when I was too inexperienced to replicate who coveted my virtue and who desired for my death.

Shambhavi ─ that was the beautiful name that my parents bestowed to me with love and affection but now the essence of its meaning evaporated as if my name was the pulchritude water droplets kept under the natural, blistering dynamo of the sun. My name meant ─ someone who's born with happiness, but witnessing my contemporary state I was sure that happiness was not anywhere near me; it had gotten above my life to the other cosmos of the world.

I chuckled humorlessly and contemplated at the happy people who were busy playing Holi ─ the gala of colours.

It reminded me of the time when the substantive inferno of my life had begun.

When the rejected petals of my roses were accepted by someone ─ someone outsider, someone I had never coincided and someone I yearned, I had never ever met.

This was my story ─ the saga of my rejected petals.

I was one amidst the rejected petals too. 

Keeping my blabbering aside, I took out one of the petals and gazed at it fervently. I hated happy people, their smiles irritated me. 

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This will be a mystical, psychological story with sprinkles of romance, so, I am warning you, read at your own risk, also, the female protagonist would sound too depressed but she has a reason for that. 

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