Title: The Heartbreak
Maan and Geet had been inseparable for years. Their love story was one of those rare ones that had withstood the test of time. Theirs was a bond that seemed unshakable, built on trust, understanding, and an unwavering commitment to each other. But like most love stories, their relationship too was not without its challenges.
A misunderstanding, as fragile as it was, crept into their world like a shadow, casting doubt where there was once clarity. Maan had been distant for a few days, lost in work, and Geet, with her sensitive heart, had begun to doubt his feelings. A few stray words, misinterpreted gestures, and a tinge of insecurity led to a storm. It wasn’t long before Geet's frustration boiled over.
“You don’t care about me anymore, do you?” Geet's voice shook with anger as she faced Maan.
Maan, hurt by her words, tried to explain. “Geet, it’s not what you think. I’ve just been busy with work. You know how it is. I haven’t changed. I’m still the same Maan.”
But Geet wasn’t ready to listen. “Same Maan? If you were the same, you’d have made time for me. Instead, you’ve been so cold, so distant. Maybe I’m just not important to you anymore.”
The words cut through Maan like a knife. He knew that this misunderstanding was damaging, but he couldn't find the right words to fix it. “Geet, please, you’re everything to me. Don’t say this.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but her anger clouded her judgment. “If you love me so much, then why don’t you show it? Why don’t you prove it?”
Maan’s heart shattered. Desperately, he took a step towards her, but Geet backed away, not willing to listen. In a last attempt to make her understand, he said, his voice choked, “Main mar jaunga tumhare bina, Geet. I can’t live without you.”
Geet’s face hardened, and without a second thought, she coldly replied, “Toh mar jao.” The words were like daggers, piercing through Maan’s soul.
He stood there, stunned, his heart breaking into a million pieces. He had never imagined that the woman he loved more than life itself could say something like that. In the silence that followed, Maan turned away, his entire world crashing down around him.
Later that evening, in a daze of sorrow, Maan met with an accident on the way home. The impact was severe, and he was rushed to the hospital. His phone lay abandoned in the passenger seat of the car, still flashing with unanswered messages from Geet.
When Geet found out about the accident, she was shattered. Her heart raced, panic flooding her veins. She rushed to the hospital, praying that it was not too late. When she arrived, Maan was unconscious, hooked to a machine, fighting for his life.
The sight of him lying there, so vulnerable, made her realize the weight of her words. She couldn’t believe how harshly she had spoken. Geet collapsed in the hospital room, tears streaming down her face as she held his hand, wishing with all her might that she could take back everything she had said.
As the days passed, Geet refused to leave Maan's side, her guilt eating her up from within. She sat by his bedside, talking to him, hoping he could hear her. It was in those quiet moments that she stumbled upon something that would change her forever.
She found Maan’s diary, a place where he had poured out his heart. The last entry was dated just a day before the accident. Geet’s hands trembled as she opened it, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting.
“Aaj tak tumhari har baat maani hai, Geet,” the entry began. “Ye bhi maan raha hu. Mar jaata hu.”
Her breath caught in her throat. His words echoed in her mind, and in that instant, she understood the depth of his love for her, the pain he had been carrying silently. Maan had never been one to complain, never asked for anything in return. He had always been there, quietly enduring everything just to make her happy. And now, in his moment of despair, he had been willing to let go, just because of her.
Tears blurred her vision as she read his final words again. "Mar jaata hu."
She dropped the diary, collapsing beside him. “Maan, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please, wake up. I didn’t mean it. I never wanted to lose you. Please forgive me.”
Days turned into weeks, and Geet’s grief only deepened. She was a shell of herself without him, consumed by regret and self-loathing. Every day, she prayed for his recovery, praying that somehow, he would forgive her for her heartless words.
Maan, however, did not wake up. The doctors were uncertain about his condition. Geet refused to leave, even when they told her that he might never wake up. She sat beside him, holding his hand, remembering the moments of joy they had shared, the love that once lit up their world.
“Main tumhare bina jee nahi sakti, Maan,” she sobbed softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I was wrong. I was so wrong. Please, come back to me. I can’t live without you. You’re my everything.”
Her heart ached as she continued to hold him, not willing to give up on the love they had shared for so long. She would wait for him, no matter how long it took, hoping that one day, he would hear her, understand her sorrow, and forgive her.
But deep down, Geet knew that love, once lost, could never be fully regained. And in the silence of that hospital room, as she held Maan’s cold hand, she realized the true cost of her pride and the irreversible damage done by words spoken in anger.
In the end, Maan's love had been too pure, too selfless to be understood in its full measure until it was too late. Geet’s heart broke every day, knowing that she had let the one person who had truly loved her slip away.
The End.
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