..After all perfect boys only exist in books.
•Perfection?
•Nothing is perfect in this world.
•Maybe a little bit perfection is important, but expectations just ruins everything.
•Expectations?
•I know this word is good to use in books.
•In Books?
•Yes fictional books, where perfect boys exists.
•Ok you were talking about "Perfect boys."
Perfect boys only exist in books...
Growing up, I always had a fascination with the dark side of things, horror movies, rom-com stories and anything that involved twisted characters to satisfy my curiosity. I never imagined that my infatuation with demon to angelistic characters would extend beyond the screen and into my personal life. As a young adult, I fell in love with a man who seemed to embody all of the traits that had always captivated me. At first I didn't liked him. We were rivals but then I started falling for him. His name was Ayan. He was charming with a sharp wit that could cut like a knife. Soon, I found myself drawn to this man and his dangerous aura.
I fell deeply in love with him and little did I know he was passionately in love with me too. He do things with me that people do in love and I felt like I was living out my own twisted romance novel. Soon, I began to realize that before meeting me he was a devil but when he met me he was a changed personality. His friends used to say me this, that I changed him cometely. Our love story was like something out of a rom-com book, two individuals who found each other against all odds and fell deeply in love. But as with any good rom-com story, there were obstacles to overcome. In our case, it was his past and the demons he had been battling before we met. The tatoos on his arms says it all. She, his ex-girlfriend, betrayed him with another boy and now when she knew about us, from nowhere she came & tried to sabotage our relationship by spreading rumors and lies about me to him and his family.
She said that I had an affair with someone else and I am just using Ayan for money. I was heart broken and confused by these allegations, not understanding how anyone could think I would do something so hurtful to someone I loved. In order to prove this, she came up with him, Armaan, the biggest mistake of my life. Yes I had loved him in some certain part of my life but he was my past. Ayan was deeply hurt and conflicted. In the influence of his parents and his past experiences, Ayan asked me to leave his house. I was heartbroken and so was he. But he was possessive and I knew this from day one.
I stopped living. As time passed, I began to realize that our love story was not a dark and twisted tale, but rather a reality with its own obstacles and plot twists.
One year passed, now I was a small independent writer, penning down my own stories of romance and adventure. One day, I saw him, Ayan, and my heartbeat skipped for a second, bringing back all the memories of our past love. But as I looked at him, I noticed that his eyes were empty and his face had a dead smile. I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear wash over me as I realized that the man I had once loved was now nothing more than a deadbody, with blood pooled inside him. As I stood there witnessing him, I couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this. He was so broken without me and had never been able to move on from our relationship. Looking back, I slowly began to realize that our love story was beyond just attraction. Early in our relationship, Ayan showed signs of possessiveness and jealousy that I mistook. I couldn't help myself and ran towards him to hug him. He saw my face, tears filled inside my eyes. He couldn't stop himself too and pushed me towards him for a tight hug. But as we part from each other, I saw a flash of that same possessiveness in his eyes once again. He said in his cold voice,
"You never really loved me?"
I said nothing. I was just watching his eyes, tears filled inside them tangeled with anger and loss. The relationship that had once been the stuff of fairy tales was now unraveling quickly as I stood there, watching him with a mixture of hurt and fear. He took my hand and went to his car pushing me inside it, sit inside & locked the doors.
I felt scared as Ayan started driving with a manic energy that I had never seen before. As I tried to reason with him, he refused to listen and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of uncertainty and fear of losing my life at the hands of someone who was once the love of my life. But then I know how can I cool him down. I hold his wrist and grab his collar, looking him straight in the eye and calmingly saying,
"Ayan, you need to stop this. You don't have to prove anything to me. I am not going anywhere and I will always love you."
Ayan's grip on the steering wheel softened as his body language shifted from aggression to vulnerability. In that moment, I realized that my words had the power to calm him down. We shared a moment there and felt that we cannot live without each other ever. We apologized each other for everything and promise to start everything from the beggining. As the days went by, our relationship seemed to have improved and we were back in each other's arms. But he wasn't perfect and nobody can. He need improvements & so do I. After all perfect boys only exist in books.
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