Prologue
He sat there, on the floor, leaning against the wall. The room was filled with nothing but darkness, just like his life. He opened his eyes, to take some more sips from the bottle lying by his side. His blood shot eyes reflected about the numerous sleepless nights he had spent, about the amount he had drank, about how much he had missed her. Directly putting the bottle opening in his mouth, he took it inside him like it was the only thing which was keeping him alive despite of all the pain which held the capacity to kill him... the pain of his life leaving him, blaming him for the mistake which he hadn't even done. Taking out the bottle, he threw it somewhere in the room, making it to break into pieces.
He was the same person who had once said that he hates the smell of alcohol and today he was drowning himself in the alcohol. But he couldn't help it either. He didn't even realize that the bottle had been broken. He was far away from paying attention to anything in his surroundings. Yeah! Surroundings! He only had surroundings now. He lost his world, the moment she decided to walk out of his life. He lost his life when she held him responsible for the things, accusing him . He lost his soul, when she left him.
He tried getting up, but landed on the ground due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed. After struggling a lot, he finally managed to stand up holding the side table. He walked with stumbling steps towards the wall which he had beautifully decorated with their moments, framed together. The moment his hand touched their pictures, it made him to come back to reality. Undoubtedly they had spent their best time together, had lived their best moments together. Everything seemed a facade to him now. She had promised to be with him forever, for the rest of their lives and she broke that promise.
He had dreamt of a life with her. Not a beautiful one but a life with her. No matter if they get troubles, problems and obstacles but together. With her, he was ready to live any life. But without her, he had no life.
She left and with her, that person within him, died. Now the one who was alive, was some one who would move earth and heaven for his revenge, for punishing her, for making her realize the gravity of her mistakes. He would not forgive her, this time. He would not.
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