The Other Woman
He impatiently rang the door bell. He knew that the owner of the house would be annoyed but he needed peace, he was confused, he was in a war with himself and only she could sooth him up.
An angry woman opened the door and before she could shout at him, he walked past her and entered the room in the left corner of the house. He knew the room too well, may be better then he knew his room, not because he had spent most of the time there but because since the past three years, it was the only place where he really lived.
He gently opened the door and saw a fragile woman sleeping peacefully, cuddling with a small teddy, he had gifted her that. He wasn't a guy who would buy a soft toy for girls, there was a time when he was that kind of man but it was ten years ago and he had grown up. But, it was the only thing she had ever asked him and he couldn't disappoint her. He sighed and laid down on the bed beside her, scooping the girl from behind and on an impulse she faced him and hugged him tight, moulding herself in him. She was tuned to him like a sunflower is tuned to the Sun and he found it fascinating. The moment she wrapped her small arms around him, he felt peaceful. At that moment, the turmoil inside him ceased to exist, his past was deep buried and he was back to the place where he was 2 days before. The girl laid her head on his chest and whispered, "What's wrong?"
He sighed! He didn't want to tell her what was wrong. It would break her up.
"You know you can't hide things from me so spill!", she pinched his waist.
Yes, he couldn't hide things from her. She knew him too well.
"Is it possible to forget your first love?", he let his emotions guide him, a first in last 10 years.
She pulled herself away from him and looked deep into his eyes, trying to reach his soul. The moment, she connected to his soul, a chill ran down her spine.
"First love is very special. It is the first time you realise that your heart beats for someone else. It's the first time you realise that birds, the earth, the sky, ocean has their own rhythm. It's the first time that you want the idea of 'forever' to be true. You can never forget your first love! But, it is not necessary that your first love is your true love. Your true love may be late but once it finds you, you will forget the rest of the world, even your first love. Because, your true love is you're another half, the lost piece of your soul, the peace of your heart and the wisdom of your mind."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "But, you know what matters? It never matters, who loves you. It's all about whom you love. The one person who is always in your, ifs and wishes. The one person, who when left you, took you with her. Choose her."
He ran his hands on her cheeks, "You said your love was enough for both of us."
She gave him a small smile, "I wish it was! But, it's not! She was your first love, the only girl you had ever loved. When she left you, she took you with her. You went to every girl's bed until you can find someone who can make you forget her and you found no one. Then, your family threw me in your life."
"It was then things changed."
She tapped his nose, "Nope, it didn't! Every time, when I looked in your eyes, I found love but it was for someone else. Every time, you made me yours, there was something that was missing, something that always belonged to her. "
She paused for a moment and then continued, "Choose her. You are in turmoil because you care about me. If you had loved me, you would never have been with a war for yourself. Give yourself a chance. Live a life that you have always wanted, with her."
He ran a hand through his hair and he knew she was right.
He got up to leave but felt a small tug at his hand, "Tonight, make me yours for the last time, from tomorrow you will be hers and only hers. Today, just be mine. Give me this night."
He didn't know, whether it was her eyes, her voice or her words that made him lean towards her. He didn't know whether it was the physical chemistry, the connection of heart or the three years that he had spend with her but that night he made love to her with the purest and passionate feeling, hehad ever experienced with anyone.
He woke up with the sun shines poking his eyes and he groaned. He stretched his hands and felt a small paper under his palm.
He woke up and held the paper in his hand. His other hand softly caressing her engagement ring. His eyes, trained on her delicate handwriting.
Good morning!
So, this is the end. It was the most beautiful three years of my life. I am returning your ring to you and taking mine with me. Don't frown! Be happy. You belong to her, you always have. In the eye of our family and society, I may be your fiancé, your soon-to-be-wife. But, in your heart, I was always the other woman.
Ask her to keep you happy or else I will kick her hard. Do me a favour, please just walk out of the door.
Me :)
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Before you ask me anything, I don't know. I don't know what happens next (ok! Maybe I have a faint idea about it but I don't wanna dwell on it.)
I don't know whether I am going complete this story or leave it like it.
It was something that kept me nagging from last three nights. I just can't get them both of them out of my mind, their feelings, their passion, their turmoil, it kept me awake. I had to get it out. So, here it is. The first, when I didn't describe the girls feeling try living it.
I always felt, my idea of love has always been different from others. I don't know. I guess, love has different shades.
So, I will be really happy if my friends just tell me about this piece I wrote. I am tagging you guys. And friends whom I forgot to tag please share the views
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