Our Agreement to Foreverness

I still remember how we met. It was raining and I didn't have any umbrella. But he was so generous that he shared his with me...

It was a lovely evening. We introduced ourselves to each other, eventually held hands and even exchanged our numbers! It felt amazing; locking eyes and walking in the rain under a single umbrella. The lights were flickering and the clouds were exlcaiming their happiness for our finally being together. Clearly, the surroundings also wanted us to fall in love!

Dhruv Mehta was the keeper of my heart; my king, and I really didn't expect him to do this to me...

Before I start with my not-so-sweet love story, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Kirti Singhla and I'm 23 years old. My birthday is in 3 days and I'm not at all excited for it. In fact, I'm getting severe flashbacks of what happened between me and Dhruv.

"I love you, my sunshine, and I wish to celebrate all your birthdays and achievements till my last breath," were his words to me on my 16th birthday.

Let me begin with one of my sweetest memories with Dhruv, which was of 4th April 2017.

I was in my room that day and was getting ready. The windows were locked, as my room was on the ground floor. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the window. I was all alone, and my family and friends were outside in the hall, preparing for my birthday party. I slowly and cautiously went towards the window, slid aside the curtains and gasped loudly after seeing Dhruv on the other side. What a pleasant-but-scary surprise! We hadn't talked to each other since he wished me at 12 a. m. today.

I quickly opened the window and let him in, locked my door to make sure no one entered or got to know about his presence in my room.

Dhruv quickly took me into his arms, giving me a warm and joyous hug, and wished me a happy birthday. Then, he took out a small box from his pocket.

"Kirti, I know it is not much, but please accept my gift," he said.

He opened the small gift for me and I was shocked to see a beautiful ring with small diamonds placed on the top.

I had jokingly said 3 months ago that I wanted a promise ring on my birthday, but I didn't know that he'd actually get me one!

"Dhruv, I wasn't serious when I said that!" I said, starting to tear up a little.

"Kirti, this is a promise ring and with this, I promise to always be with you; that I'd be there to laugh and party with you in your happy moments and to console you if anything ever goes wrong."

"Thank you, love. I also promise to always be by your side. I love you!" I said with tears of happiness in my eyes and hugged him, laying my head on his chest just to listen to his heart dancing with glee.

"I love you, too, sweatheart."

Suddenly, my cell phone rings and I'm brought back to the present. As I realize that I had been dwelling on my past, I notice that I have tears in my eyes. 5 years have passed since we split, and I still haven't gotten over it. That man left left an unremovable scar on my mind and body.

Then comes the most dreadful and also, our last memory with each other. Our break-up.

For our 2nd anniversary on 19th October 2018, I had gotten a tattoo of our initials made on my arm. I wanted to show him how much I loved him but.. But what did he do?

I went to his apartment. I had the keys so I opened the door but what I saw totally broke my heart. He was with.. Another girl.

I was astonished. Him and and another girl! I was actually more saddened by remembering all those fake promises of togetherness and love he made.

I quckly ran away from the scene, followed by a slowly-running Dhruv who kept on shouting my name and begging for forgiveness. As soon as I sat in a cab, I let the tears I held for the past few minutes flow. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was as if I would die of a panic attack any moment then.

As soon as I reached my home and entered my bedroom, I let myself fall on my bed, allowing my tears to flow for the next few hours. I still remember that I cried a lot and till the time my stomach and head started aching with all the pain. I had attached myself to Dhruv, allowing him to be my life, but breaking those lovely connections with him caused me to totally shatter into pieces.

I can't continue with these flashbacks anymore. I pick up my phone to notice a few messages from my friend Esha. I open it.

"I'm coming to your place to take you out for shopping for your birthday. Stay ready."

Huh.. I can't even say no to her. Even if I try to, she'd convince me in some or the other way to listen to her and do what she wants to. I get up from my bed and walk to my closet to get some good clothes to wear.

Oh no, I haven't even bathed or dressed my hair since the last 2 days.

I quickly get into the shower and bathe and then get ready till the time Esha arrives at the scene.

"Hey, how are you?" says Esha.

"Just fine," I reply with a sigh.

Without much conversation, we get into her car and drive to the mall for shopping. I really don't want to celebrate my birthday.

We get into a shop in the mall and look through a few dresses when someone taps on my shoulder. I turn around to see who it is and.. I am left in total utter. Dhruv Mehta...

I turn back to run from the place but he grabs my hand and drags me out of the mall.

"What is your problem?" I yell at him, trying to free my hand.

"I wanted to talk to you about something from so long," he says calmly.

But I don't want to, Dhruv.

He takes me to a side and then turns so that he faces me, but the calm look on his face is now gone. He is.. Crying..

"I still love you, Kirti," he says.

I start raging, and can feel the heat from the anger in my ears. "But I do not," I reply.

"Please! At least listen to me!"

I turn around and start to pace back towards the mall. He follows me, still begging me to listen to him but suddenly, there's a sound of a car and I hear.. His moans..

I face him.

Oh no, blood!

"Dhruv!" I scream, reaching him and falling on my knees with so many tears starting to flow from my eyes.

I panic. I pick up my phone to call the ambulance, which arrives at the scene somewhat 10 minutes later. Then, I call Esha to borrow her car from her to drive to the hospital.

I reach the hospital about 20 minutes after the ambulance. By that time, there has been a lot of blood loss from Dhruv's body.

"Doctor, is Dhruv okay?" I ask the doctor responsible for his treatment. 

"Yes, he is," says the doctor. His words relieve me. "It's just that..."

My face drops. His hesitation is now tensing me. "Just what?" I ask.

"It is a leg fracture. Otherwise, he is fine."

Everything is fine till the time my Dhruv is alive, doctor.

I let out a sigh.

"But there was this piece of paper in his hand. I guess it's for you," he says, presenting to me, a piece of paper.

I take the paper from his hand and open it to read. It is in Dhruv's handwriting. I start reading it. It is as follows-

"Kirti, my love, I'm sorry for all you had to see. Honestly, I don't even know how to defend myself. I was actually drunk that day and I don't remember much of what happened at that time. All I know is that I was partying with my friends and they somehow got me to drink. And about that girl, I really feel that I should have told you about it. She liked me, but I assure you that there is nothing between us, nor do I have any feelings for her. All I know is that I love you and all what I feel is just for you, sunshine. Please forgive me. I don't even know if I'd be able to give you this letter but I pray that you stay happy. I love you, and I still say that I will love you till my last breath."

I tear up reading all this. I don't know why, but I believe all what is written in the letter. I really feel that Dhruv won't lie to me. I have been with him for 2 years and they are enough to judge the nature of a person.

I look around me. I notice a nurse and quickly walk up to her to ask if I can see Dhruv.

"Yes, you can. He has gained consciousness," she replies and I run to his room.

"Dhruv...," I sigh, looking at Dhruv's bad condition with tears in my own eyes.

"Kirti...," he replies in a same kind of tone with a kind smile after seeing me.

"Baby, I'm sorry," I cry, pacing forward to take him into a careful hug.

"No, love. You shouldn't be the one to say sorry. I am the one to apologize," he says to me.

"I love you, Dhruv."

"I love you too, Kirti. And I still promise to love you till my last breath."

I withdraw from the hug and kiss him gently on his cheek. Assuming the next step to be his, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me on my forehead and hugs me tightly to express his love.

I wish we always stay as much in love as we are now, Dhruv. I wish that we never have to leave each other.