She is disloyal

Anjula and Praveen's love story began in the quaint town of Shivalikpur, where life moved at a slow and steady pace. 

They met during a cultural event at the local college, where Praveen was a guest speaker, sharing his thoughts on literature. Anjula, an aspiring poet, was captivated by his charm, wit, and deep understanding of poetry. The moment their eyes met, a spark ignited between them.

Praveen was immediately drawn to Anjula's bright smile and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her favorite books. He admired her passion for writing and her dream of becoming a published poet. Anjula, in turn, was impressed by Praveen's confidence and the way he could weave words effortlessly. Their conversations flowed naturally, moving from literature to their dreams and ambitions. Before they knew it, they had exchanged numbers and began meeting regularly.

Their meetings became more frequent, turning into long walks by the river, endless cups of coffee at the local café, and late-night phone calls. Praveen found a confidant in Anjula, someone who could understand his deepest thoughts. Anjula, too, felt a sense of warmth and security with Praveen. She believed he could understand her like no one else could.

As time passed, their bond grew stronger. Praveen proposed to Anjula on a quiet evening by the river, under a sky full of stars. He handed her a small, handwritten poem that captured his feelings for her. Anjula's eyes welled up with tears as she read the heartfelt words. With a gentle smile, she accepted his proposal, and they both promised to always stand by each other.

However, as life would have it, things took an unexpected turn. Anjula's career as a poet started to take off. She got an opportunity to move to the city for a prestigious writing workshop that could shape her future. Praveen, being supportive, encouraged her to take the chance, promising that distance wouldn’t affect their love. Anjula assured him that her feelings would remain unchanged, no matter where she went.

But the city life was different, vibrant, and fast-paced. Anjula met new people—writers, artists, and intellectuals—who opened up a new world to her. Among them was a charismatic publisher named Rohit, who took a special interest in her work. He admired her poems, praised her creativity, and promised to help her reach new heights in her career. Anjula felt flattered by the attention, and slowly, she found hersel

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f getting drawn to Rohit's charm.

Praveen, meanwhile, waited patiently for Anjula's return, sending her loving messages every day. He missed their long conversations, their shared dreams, and the quiet comfort of their togetherness. But Anjula's replies grew shorter, her calls became less frequent, and soon, an uneasy silence crept into their relationship.

One rainy evening, Praveen received a call from Anjula. Her voice was distant, almost emotionless. She confessed that she had developed feelings for Rohit. She told Praveen that she was confused, that the city life had changed her, and that she needed time to understand her heart. Praveen felt a pang of pain in his chest. He couldn't believe that the person who once vowed to be with him through thick and thin was now wavering.

Hoping it was just a phase, Praveen waited, giving Anjula the space she asked for. But as weeks turned into months, he realized that Anjula had made up her mind. She sent him a letter, ending their relationship, saying that she had chosen to be with Rohit. The words on the paper shattered Praveen's heart into a million pieces. He couldn’t recognize this new version of Anjula, someone who had turned her back on their love.

Betrayed and heartbroken, Praveen retreated into his shell, trying to make sense of what had gone wrong. He couldn’t understand how their love, once so pure and true, had been replaced by emptiness. Anjula, on the other hand, continued her journey in the city, her career flourishing as Rohit fulfilled his promises of success.

But despite her newfound fame, a part of Anjula couldn't forget the simplicity and sincerity of her time with Praveen. As she stood under the city lights, she often found herself thinking about those quiet evenings by the river, the poems they shared, and the warmth of Praveen's love. Yet, she knew that the choices she made had created an unbridgeable distance between them.

Praveen eventually moved on, focusing on his own dreams, though the scars of Anjula's betrayal never truly healed.

He found solace in his writing, pouring his pain into verses that spoke of lost love and broken promises. In his heart, he carried the memories of a love that was once beautiful but had faded like an old, forgotten song. And as the days passed, he learned to live with the bittersweet reality that sometimes, love is not enough to keep two people together.

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