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She had had enough.
How long can a woman go on loving a man, who is no more the man she had married?
The embers of a love once so passionately received and reciprocated, slowly and unknowingly had died out. She could see the emptiness in his eyes, where there was once love. They no longer shared hopes, dreams and passion. It was as if that man she had married didn’t exist any more.
She never knew when she had stopped being his lover and had become just his wife.
And she had refused to live a farce. As she had six years before.
When she had met and fell in love with him, her father had been arranging her marriage to her childhood friend, her best friend.
“We do not marry beneath us.”
“Do you think that loser you have chosen can give you half the life you are used to?”
She was fond of her best friend but her love consumed her. Her father never understood the strength of their love. She had lived amongst riches but she could also live without them. She had proved it to her father. Love isn’t made of luxuries. She knew she wouldn’t be happy without him, his love.
But what she hadn’t counted on was the loss of his love.
She didn’t have a choice but to leave him. She had not wanted riches, she had wanted him. And she knew, as only a woman can know, he wasn’t hers any more.
That was why she married her best friend. Even though she would never feel that burning love for him, at least he loved her back. At least, she wouldn’t expect.
And she had thought she had been right.
Eyes blurred with tears, she looked at the letter in her hands. It was from her ex-husband.
My love,
I am so happy, now that you are happy. I am not writing to add to your pain but to tell you that this is the only way I had. Your father had been right. I was not ever fit to be your husband. I could not ever give you anything that you deserved.
Remember the time in Christmas, when you were looking through the glass of a shop, admiring a simple pendant, how I wanted to give it to you but it wasn’t in my power.
Remember the time in Christmas, when you were looking through the glass of a shop, admiring a simple pendant, how I wanted to give it to you but it wasn’t in my power.
If you had married your best friend instead of me, you would have had everything in life, everything that I couldn’t give you.
The only way I knew to ensure your happiness was to set you away from me, set you free. I wanted you to go to him.
This is my first, last and only gift to you.
Be happy, my darling. Making you believe that I love you no more was the toughest decision and action of my life.
But my life has no meaning without you.
The only way I knew to ensure your happiness was to set you away from me, set you free. I wanted you to go to him.
This is my first, last and only gift to you.
Be happy, my darling. Making you believe that I love you no more was the toughest decision and action of my life.
But my life has no meaning without you.
Did I ever tell you that I can’t live without you?
I had meant every word. Forgive me, darling.
I will love you forever.
Yours forever,
XXX
XXX
She was wrong. She had failed. She couldn’t love enough. And, he was dead because of that.
She stared at the letter for a long time.
It was still clutched to her bosom when the servants found her on the floor, with the empty sleeping pills bottle rolling soundlessly next to her.
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He was sitting all by himself in the steps of his mansion. His empty mansion. He had waited, like his mansion, forever from when they were kids, for her to be his, the mistress of the mansion. And now, she was taken from him forever.
He opened the sealed envelope addressed to him, to be opened on the occasion of her death.
It was from her dead ex-husband to him.
Richard,
If you are reading this it means the woman you loved and wanted for so long is no more. I hope you are as much in pain as I had been every time she looked at things I couldn’t give her, knowing you could have given her all and more, easily.
You are her best friend and knew everything, You should also know I didn’t love her any more. Her virtues, her love and of course, her best friend made me feel the loser, her father had judged me to be. I hated her for making me feel so low. And then she left me for you! Did you think I would forgive her? Did she?
But I have had the last laugh.
You have all the wealth in the world but I took away the only thing you wanted and didn’t have. She had been mine in life, and she is mine in death.
I didn’t lie to her when I said I can’t live without her.
If you are reading this it means the woman you loved and wanted for so long is no more. I hope you are as much in pain as I had been every time she looked at things I couldn’t give her, knowing you could have given her all and more, easily.
You are her best friend and knew everything, You should also know I didn’t love her any more. Her virtues, her love and of course, her best friend made me feel the loser, her father had judged me to be. I hated her for making me feel so low. And then she left me for you! Did you think I would forgive her? Did she?
But I have had the last laugh.
You have all the wealth in the world but I took away the only thing you wanted and didn’t have. She had been mine in life, and she is mine in death.
I didn’t lie to her when I said I can’t live without her.
I just didn’t complete the thought.
I won’t die without her either.
(signed) Clark
I won’t die without her either.
(signed) Clark
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A heartfelt thanks to Neha for the idea, and the faith in my writing abilities! Thanks a lot, girl! G.
Maverick Misfit 
OH MY GOD!!! Wonderful story. I loved it!!
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people who profess to love usually think too much and complicate it and kill it in then end.. why does subtility and simplicity never associated with true love..free
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…..
U r a wonderful writer….
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I enjoyed the story very much. You have brilliantly kept the interest level high throughout…
will be looking forward to more such good reads from you.
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wow.. i expected this ending.. nice story indeed.. got no adjectives for u..
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WOOOW!! no words to praise this article.. too good.. “I won't die without her either. “
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wow…this was very good story..:)..brilliant writing:)…awesome…i 'm jus spellbound…the story though a sad ending nothing cod substitute this,,…
climax was like unexpected twist:)…
“I won't die without her either.”..
awesome
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Sreya, my honest comment:
This is much better than my story, believe me…I loved it…you gave it a new life altogether…I don't have any words to praise this one…take a bow girl…AWESOMELY FANTABULOUS if such a term exists…WOW…I want to go on and on, my my vocabulary is failing me majorly here for the first time…phew…too good…
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A twisted ending indeed… What makes me sad though is that the girl died for a looser with an inferiority complex. Damn! lovers and fools…
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men are so deceptive, more about the game of who wins rather than the value….excellent write! 🙂
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Wow the ending sure is shocking.I must admit I didn't expect it.
Very nice piece of write! 🙂
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hey just curious!
ur name is guria or sreya?
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Sreya…..i am just SPEECHLESSSSSSSSSSSSS……..
This is just too awesome to describe in words.
I didn't lie to her when I said, I can't live without her. I just didn't complete the thought.
I won't die without her either.
Thats a remarkable twist in the tale.
Cheers and write more such stories.
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Also Shubho Mahalaya
Cheers
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Sreya,
am Spellbound!!
F.A.N.T.A.B.U.L.O.U.S
A.M.A.Z.I.N.G
B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L
You really write well!! AWESOME!
P.S:Why you are not at all dropping by my blog dese days? Any problem? Just felt like asking.. If i had asked anything wrong, am sorry!
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totally unexpected twist! good one! keep the gud work..cya around
HaRy
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Hey Guria..noooo i actually had yur name mentioned in the draft which i saved first, for some reason after editing along with yu some of the names which i mentioned seem to have dissappeared and now am not able to add their sites:(! sorry..but am a regular reader of yurs…so dont worry when am jobless :)..tc cya around!
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Thank you ALL for your time and comments!
(Am I sounding grave and important?! :D)
I'll be replying to all, but a bit later, I'm kinda caught up with work right now!! 😛
Subho Mahalaya to all and every!!
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Is this what you call a newbie's work..Wow!!the in that case I am a newbie…You are brilliant dear..n now u hv a new frnd n me.take care
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what a twist at the end… this story will remained marked in my mind for a long time… its just beuatiful… sad but beautiful… loved it…
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Hey people
I just wanted you all to know that Neha, a fellow blogger and friend wrote a wonderful story called The Ultimate Painting…
The plot was that “a lonely woman who commits suicide” and Neha asked me to write on it, like she did. So I tried, with improvisations of course, and this is the end-result.
Read her story too. It is a wonderful story, a painting with words!
And Neha thanks again!
My recognition from BlogAdda is half 'cause of you! 🙂
Cheers everybody! ^_^
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Congrats girl.. noticed that even you won it.. 🙂
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Amazing story! And congratulations on your Spicy Saturday Pick from Blogadda!! 🙂
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This is good and very well put to an end!!
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I have absolutely no words to describe that…Simply beautifully written…Spellbound!!!!!!
P.S- Thanks for the comment 🙂
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Nice story told with sensitivity. Must thank Blogadda too for featuring this – becoz it deserves the mention!
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twists and more twists huh>?
i had to let out a sigh at the end for the cunning vile of ex-husband
but hey isn't everything fair in love and war?
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Thanks again Every one! 🙂
Shilpa-ji
Thank you so much, Ma'am. Your words mean a lot to me! 🙂
The Survivor
Thanks for the comment and the kind words. 🙂
Karthik
I am really glad I could spell-bind you! 😀
Do come here and again! 🙂
And thanks back for your comments and for the follow! 🙂
Gopinath Mavinkurve
Thank you so much, Sir. I am honoured. I am really glad that I could affect so many and get to their hearts with just a story. 🙂
Aparna
If life didn't have them twists, it would be kinda' boring isn't it?! 😀
Actually the ending of this story was given to me as 'a lonely woman dying', I simply improvised on that. 🙂
Thanks for the comments and the follow! 🙂
Smiles from Guria
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“I won't die without her either.”
An unexpected twist…Super!
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Brilliant! It was too good! Unimaginable end of the story. You really are a very good writer.
Bloghopped from Rahul's 'Wall of fame' . And you truly deserve to be there. God bless you 🙂
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Hi Ekam
Welcome to MM and thanks for the follow 🙂
Thanks a lot for your words…
Hopefully we'll be seeing each other around 🙂
Cheers, G. 🙂
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With utmost satisfaction, i would like to inform you that this post of yours has been selected as a suiting piece to honor my newly installed wall of fame.
So, I would like you to take out some of your precious time and gimme a small writeup introducing this post in about 40-50 words to mail address:rahul938@gmail.com
I would also appreciate it if you could nominate some more posts(including yours) which can be pinned up on my wall.
yours truly
RSV
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AMAZING! what a story!
and such an unexpected ending
loved it!
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that ending really stirred up emotions within me…it's amazing how you could do so!
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Shit!!! don't know how i missed this one!!Thanks to indivine i came to know about it. 🙂 I was just going through your old posts and stumbled upon this one..
This was one hell of a story…Great work!!
you know, i always admire the writers who can make powerful impact with their simple words rather than those who put all unknown words and phrases in their works just to be 'posh' and hence loose all the charm in their work.Their plots are always loose and meek.
anyways, coming to your story, it was superb. Great plot and excellent flow!!! god bless!
shilpa
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It sends out a clear message: Never suffer from a disease called 'self-pity' and also never associate with people that suffer from the same.
I dunno why you consider this as your least favourite, but in my opinion it is as best as your other stories. The ending was unexpected of course, but what made it worth reading is the way you've narrated.
Splendid!
Write more stories and let me read more. Cheerios! 🙂
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Blew me away, the ending just blew me away. An bullet (ending) of the calibre I've only known Jeffrey Archer to assassinate with, it was a perfect, and memorable read!
Thanks for writing this! (did I just say that? 😮 )
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