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Heart and Soul
I had lost all hopes in my life when my exam results came in bad. My father always scolds my mum and did not love us. I lived a life of tension and I had nobody by my side for support. It was the 12th of August, when I first saw a guy who cared a lot for me.
I went to the gym to divert my mind away from the chaos of my life. At the gym, I would try to talk and smile with others but did not try talking to him. However, whenever he sees me coming or leaving the place he would notice me. Once, I was thirsty and the aqua guard was damaged. The gym instructor told me to get water from downstairs. I went there and to my surprise, he was standing there with a glass of water. He gave it to me and asked if I needed more. I just nodded my head. He ran off to get another for me. On that day I drank seven glasses of water in all. He kept staring me while I was drinking. I asked him for his name and found out it was swayum. I left after the chat.
The following day, he tried to talk to me but I wasn't free. On Christmas Eve, a party was organized in the gym so we all sang and danced but he didn't. I went to him for a dance but he refused. I was taken back. I consoled myself that he wasn't interested. During dinner, someone poured juice on me on accident and hence, I went to the washroom. On the way there, he stopped me and told that he wanted to talk. I stood and looked in his eyes. He asked for us to be together. I was motionless. I wanted to say yes but didn't. I left him alone and rushed home. He was exercising in the gym the next day. He looked very smart and I cannot help but steal looks at him. He came and asked if we can be friends. I said yes. He was so happy that he shouted and I felt equally happy
That days passed by and we started to know each other better. He was always there with his broad shoulders when I needed him. He was twenty years old, almost two years my senior and much more mature. He wanted us to go beyond friendship and we like each other a lot. He tried to mend my broken family.
One day I fainted in the gym and was rushed to the hospital. He was there when the doctor told him that they needed blood immediately. They asked him for blood but he refused and left shortly. When I got back, I asked him why he refused. He shouted at me and told me it's my life they are handling. I stopped seeing him but in my heart I missed him. I left the gym but whenever I went out, I searched for his car to try to catch one more glimpse of him but all in vain.
Some time later, he came to my home with my uncle. My uncle introduced him as a friend. I saw him and he looked smart but he wasn't mine
The following day, I went out with my family. On the way, we saw an accident. The victim was badly injured so we picked him up in our car and rushed him to hospital. It was the worst day of my life when I saw that the person drenched with blood was Swayum. He tried say something but couldn't. I wanted to hug him but couldn't. I kept crying in my heart and soul.
When we reached the hospital, the doctor asked for blood. I asked if I could donate and the doctor agreed. My mom objected but relented. After a ten hour operation, he was out of danger.
His friend told me that he wanted to meet me the following day. I went and he was lying on the bed covered with bandages. He saw me and whispered that he loves me. He gave me a platinum ring and I kissed him. Then, he closed his eyes. I went back hoping that he will be fine
However, the doctor called my home to tell us that there was something wrong with his blood and his whole body was infected. It was the same reason why he did not want to donate blood to me in the first place. He passed away on the same day he gave me the ring.
I wasn't informed as my parents tried to keep it a secret from me.
When I woke up the next day, I received a text he sent me earlier saying
"I love you as you are like my soul
While your heart will weep for what it has lost,
your soul will laugh for what it has found."
I lost him but I still cherish those thirteen days we were together. Today, I live with his memories. He may have left but our love remains alive...
well guys i m not the one behind,credit goes to someone else, this is one of my fav. so just turn it to a swaron story I hope you guys like it...
PM's later, its too late now...do comment and hit the like tab...
I had lost all hopes in my life when my exam results came in bad. My father always scolds my mum and did not love us. I lived a life of tension and I had nobody by my side for support. It was the 12th of August, when I first saw a guy who cared a lot for me.
I went to the gym to divert my mind away from the chaos of my life. At the gym, I would try to talk and smile with others but did not try talking to him. However, whenever he sees me coming or leaving the place he would notice me. Once, I was thirsty and the aqua guard was damaged. The gym instructor told me to get water from downstairs. I went there and to my surprise, he was standing there with a glass of water. He gave it to me and asked if I needed more. I just nodded my head. He ran off to get another for me. On that day I drank seven glasses of water in all. He kept staring me while I was drinking. I asked him for his name and found out it was swayum. I left after the chat.
The following day, he tried to talk to me but I wasn't free. On Christmas Eve, a party was organized in the gym so we all sang and danced but he didn't. I went to him for a dance but he refused. I was taken back. I consoled myself that he wasn't interested. During dinner, someone poured juice on me on accident and hence, I went to the washroom. On the way there, he stopped me and told that he wanted to talk. I stood and looked in his eyes. He asked for us to be together. I was motionless. I wanted to say yes but didn't. I left him alone and rushed home. He was exercising in the gym the next day. He looked very smart and I cannot help but steal looks at him. He came and asked if we can be friends. I said yes. He was so happy that he shouted and I felt equally happy
That days passed by and we started to know each other better. He was always there with his broad shoulders when I needed him. He was twenty years old, almost two years my senior and much more mature. He wanted us to go beyond friendship and we like each other a lot. He tried to mend my broken family.
One day I fainted in the gym and was rushed to the hospital. He was there when the doctor told him that they needed blood immediately. They asked him for blood but he refused and left shortly. When I got back, I asked him why he refused. He shouted at me and told me it's my life they are handling. I stopped seeing him but in my heart I missed him. I left the gym but whenever I went out, I searched for his car to try to catch one more glimpse of him but all in vain.
Some time later, he came to my home with my uncle. My uncle introduced him as a friend. I saw him and he looked smart but he wasn't mine
The following day, I went out with my family. On the way, we saw an accident. The victim was badly injured so we picked him up in our car and rushed him to hospital. It was the worst day of my life when I saw that the person drenched with blood was Swayum. He tried say something but couldn't. I wanted to hug him but couldn't. I kept crying in my heart and soul.
When we reached the hospital, the doctor asked for blood. I asked if I could donate and the doctor agreed. My mom objected but relented. After a ten hour operation, he was out of danger.
His friend told me that he wanted to meet me the following day. I went and he was lying on the bed covered with bandages. He saw me and whispered that he loves me. He gave me a platinum ring and I kissed him. Then, he closed his eyes. I went back hoping that he will be fine
However, the doctor called my home to tell us that there was something wrong with his blood and his whole body was infected. It was the same reason why he did not want to donate blood to me in the first place. He passed away on the same day he gave me the ring.
I wasn't informed as my parents tried to keep it a secret from me.
When I woke up the next day, I received a text he sent me earlier saying
"I love you as you are like my soul
While your heart will weep for what it has lost,
your soul will laugh for what it has found."
I lost him but I still cherish those thirteen days we were together. Today, I live with his memories. He may have left but our love remains alive...
well guys i m not the one behind,credit goes to someone else, this is one of my fav. so just turn it to a swaron story I hope you guys like it...
PM's later, its too late now...do comment and hit the like tab...
Shiv Shakti
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