“That’s it Yash. I can’t take it anymore. And I am sorry that I trusted you.” I left the voice message, put the phone down and turned to take my bags.
I looked around the house, my home and left the keys on the door with tears rolling down my cheeks.
We built our dream home. Even the tiniest thing in our home testifies the love we shared; every corner witnesses our vows, our happiness, our sorrows, our passion, our trust.
We weaved a perfectly beautiful dream that just silently crushed under the betrayal of Yash.
Dreams are an illusion.
Linking to Friday Foto Fiction
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ReplyDeleteIs it sir?? I didn't know it.. This is strictly a fictional take on the friday foto fiction contest..
DeleteHi Arnaba, your name is as beautiful as you. And yes betrayal is always painful whether in fiction or reality
ReplyDeletethanks a lot Geethica Mehra ji for the compliment and your appreciation. you are right betrayal is the most painful experience anything can go through. no matter who betrays us- friends, colleagues, husband/wife,family and or anyone. the scars of betrayal never fades.
ReplyDeletei hope you enjoy reading my further post. till then take care and happy reading..
Betrayals are bad but that's all part and parcel of life. Great write up Arnaba. Thanks for linking up with #FridayFotoFiction
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