"Rohan!!!!" Ananya screamed. She stood there on the door of their hotel room, in a beautiful white and blue sari, looking disgustingly at her fianc, Rohan as he lay cuddled beside another woman, all naked.
They had come out of their busy schedule on a holiday in Amsterdam, where Ananya had booked the tickets and a posh suite in a 5 star hotel. Rohan was never too excited about the holiday but Ananya had dragged him because she felt that since their relationship was on the rocks, it would be a nice idea if they spent some quality time and sort out the differences. Ananya always heard rumours about Rohan and his office flings, and she was quite disturbed because Rohan never made an attempt to defend himself. He would avoid talking about this topic. But lately, on their holiday, Rohan had become the older version of himself which Ananya had fallen in love with; caring, possessive, understanding, calm, and lively. Ananya secretly hoped this would last. But she was wrong.
Ananya's eyes were red with anger and hurt. She gave a death glare to the woman and turned to her ex-fianc.
"Rohan, I thought we would make it. After all that we have been through. Now I understand why you never answered my questions, why you never returned home on time from office, why we never went on dates, why you always pretended to have a flat tire and come home only after I have slept... and as far as I remember that mass of junk beside you in a bed sheet is your PA! I should've believed what people said about you... you know what; I should never have trusted you!! Stay away from me! And just for your information, I had booked the tickets and this suite, so I am just gonna check-out of this hotel and cancel your tickets back to Mumbai. Stay here and make love to your PA on the beach because knowing about your losses in the market, you don't have enough money to take me out on the sea beach and have street food!"
She turned to the PA and said, "He is bankrupt and so are you! Because the moment I land in Mumbai, I make your career is finished! And so is your lover's! You must not forget that I am the Editor In Chief of India's No. 1 Channel, and it would take me just a goddamn bulletin to finish off the great bankrupt businessman Rohan Kapoor's career, and when he is finished, you will be too!" Rohan had to save the situation. "Baby, you are mis--" "Oh Rohan, don't start that shit about how I am misunderstanding this whole situation and how it's not what I think and how sorry you are. I know everything. And I trust my eyes more than you." saying this, she marched in, took her belongings and slammed the door behind her as she walked towards the elevator.
The moment she was alone, the feisty journalist gave way to the woman who had just been cheated by her fianc. Finally, the dam broke and she started crying. And not the lady-like weeping; the loud cry. She was hurt. She saw no reason left to be alive. She was betrayed by the person she trusted the most. She felt she had no one to live for; her parents left her in her teenage, and her so-called family was never supportive. Yet she had stood against all odds and made her place in the society which respected her. She had loved Rohan for 4 years before they had decided to get married. She never wanted his money. She wanted someone who would be beside her always. She thought Rohan would be the one. But she was wrong. Rohan never loved Ananya in the first place. He always wanted to have her just because she was the beauty with brains everyone wanted. She was the money plant whose leaves he was in deep need now.
The elevator opened and she walked out. She kept her luggage in the lounge as she made her way out, into the city. She walked on the footpath, her eyes all red and she was still sniffling, if not crying. She went to the first chemist shop she saw and bought 2 strips of sleeping pills, paying thrice the amount of the pills to keep the shopkeeper's mouth shut, as she didn't have any prescription. Yes, she was going to commit suicide. She, who had always reported suicides and had inspired people to live with her inspiring stories, was going to kill herself. The things which she said to Rohan were just to scare him. She was never that strong that she could say all that when her body just screamed of crying. That was the journalist in her, speaking. But she later realised it wasn't just a story, but it had actually happened to her. And call it impulsive or an adrenaline rush, she was going to gulp the sleeping pills and end her life.
She went back to the hotel and booked herself a smaller room. She went in her room and sat by the bed. Slowly, she gulped down each pill separately, pitying her own life all the while. She had always wanted a happy life. But she was deprived of that, too. She saw no reason to turn back. Ending her life would be the best thing. And soon enough, she began filling dizzy. Her head spun like she was in a whirlpool. She fell on the bed, smiling. "Yes, now nothing can hurt me", she said and her eyes closed. And she fell in a deep sleep, hoping she would never wake up in this world.
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