He sat there, placing each perfectly hand pressed rose into a beautiful vase. He was known for perfection by his friends, but if they saw him now they would have swore that it wasn't him, that someone had taken over his body.
He was the same man who had scoffed at the idea of true love and couples made in heaven. The same man who thought people had relationships and got married for convince. The same man who didn't give any girl a second glance. That man was Arnav Singh Raizada.
Now that same man was sitting there perfectly hand pressing each rose, placing it into a beautiful vase.
These roses, these red roses were for her. They were her favorite. And they were only for her, only for her would he have gone to such lengths.
She was the one who had drowned him with so much love that even his stone of a heart melted, like ice-cream on a hot summer day. She was the one who had taken his anger and turned it into love. She was the one who had accepted every part of him, his past, his present, and ever his future, with undenying love.
He was just a small executive in small company, his future didn't look bright, his past hadn't allowed it, and he was stuck in this miserable present.
She knew, she knew it all, his past, his present, and his future, and accepted it all with that sweet smile she always had. She took his unforgettable past and erased it from his mind, she took his miserable present and made it beautiful, she took his dark future and brought light to it.
He never knew why, why she loved him to no end. He never knew what, what he had great thing he had done to deserve her. He never knew how, how he was blessed with her beautiful soul. He never knew where, where she had come from and straight into his life. He never knew who, who had created such a beautiful being just for him. He never knew.
She had taught him how to be happy again, how to enjoy life again, how to love again.
Then one day, she took his hand, looked him in the eyes and told him that she had to go. He didn't understand, he asked her what she meant. She didn't let go of his hand, but she looked away. She always looked him in the eyes when she spoke to him, something was wrong and he was beginning to worry. She had said to him,
"I'm leaving Arnav, my family and I are moving to London'Forever."
He had sighed with relief, with a smile on his face he had told her, "Okay, then I'll go with you. There's no way I can live without you, you've made it impossible for me. I love you and I'll follow you anywhere."
She lifted her eyes to his face again, still avoiding his eyes. With a sad smile, she spoke the words that broke his heart all over again.
"That's the thing Arnav. I don't want you to come with me." She looked at him with pained eyes as his hand slipped from hers and he staggered backwards. "I'm sorry. I didn't want it to come to this. But I have'I just don't see a fu'future for us." Her voice cracked and stuttered, something she never did.
His leaned against the wall for support, he could barely breath. He saw her walk up to him, she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, the other held his face making him look at her, "I think it's best if we go our separate ways." She whispered.
She lightly caressed his cheek, looking deep into his eyes before leaning in and placing a single kiss on his cheek. Her lips lingered on his cheek for a moment to long, imprinting themselves onto his cheek forever before she dropped her hands, turned around and walked away.
He watched her walk away, wanting to stop her, but not finding the words that could. He watched as she got into her car without even sparing him a backwards glance ' for which he was now glad ' to see him on his knees, tears streaming down his face as she left his heart shattered into pieces before him, the same pieces she had picked up and put back together.
This time was going to be different though, he wouldn't'no'he refused to drown himself in his misery. He had quickly regained his confidence this time. He used his pain to fuel himself, to push himself.
He worked hard day and night, refusing to let his pain, their memories, or her take over him. Every time he thought of his pain, of their memories, of her, he would just push herself deeper into work, slogging his mind and his body.
He went from a small executive in a small company to a multimillionaire businessman of his own chain of companies.
He said that, "There's no place for love in this world, if you want to get somewhere or something or if you want to be someone then only money speaks in this world." Before he just scoffed at the idea of love, now he believed that emotions only get in your way in life, "Emotions can only ruin you." He said.
He had become a ruthless, rich businessman, who needed no one but himself to survive.
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* Present Day *
Like every other day he had woken up sharply at seven and left for work sharp at eight. He was speeding down the roads like always when it started raining heavily. He automatically lifted his foot off the accelerator, she always told him told him to drive slowly especially in the rain. He suddenly realize what he was thinking, he silently cursed himself.
Her, he was thinking of her again.
No matter how much he tired, how much he wanted not to think of her, he couldn't. He couldn't because he knew that if he was anyone today it was because of her. She had left him, but she had taught him people come and they go and you have to accept it. She had given him pain, but she had taught him it's just a part of life and that we shouldn't let it hold us back. She unknowingly had always been there for him, making him who he is today.
Without her there was no him.
As he turned round a corner, he saw an elderly couple walking to some destination. They shared an umbrella, but it was useless as he saw they were completely drenched. As he got closer, he immediately recognized them as her parents.
Just as quickly the ruthless businessman, ASR, in him took over and he deliberately drove slowly beside the couple, hoping they would look over and see him, the new him, in his sleek black Ashton Martian. He wanted to show them that he wasn't the same man, to show them that he had become something in life, to show them that he could do without her.
He was so focused on trying to will them to look in his direction that he hadn't realized where they were going. Just as he was about to honk to get their attention, he saw that they were entering a cemetery. He quickly parked his car and got out to follow them, not caring that the rain was soaking through his three-piece Armani suit. His face showed a mixture of confusion and curiosity, which increased along with his pace as they passed the gates and out of sight.
His quick, steady footsteps faltered and his heart clenched as he strode past the cemetery gates. The sight before him shook him to his core.
There she was smiling as sweetly as ever at him, like a dream come true, only this was a nightmare. Her smile would have lit up his world anytime before, but now it brought his world crashing down because this time her smile was encased within a glass and a frame.
He was staring at her photograph, which was resting against a tombstone.
His vision blurred as he caught the sight of some color from the corner of his eye. Red, he had seen red. He was seeing the red of every rose he had perfectly hand pressed for her sitting in a container beside her tomb.
He choked on the air going through his lungs as emotions he had angrily buried long ago came back with as much force. The pained sound that escaped his lips caused her parents to turn around and see him, a miserable excuse for a man. His feet carried him forward on their own accord until they reached her grave, where he fell before her on his knees. His tears coming out in heart-wrenching sobs.
He had never known why, what, where, when, or how, whenever it came to her, but today he had to know.
He stared at the angelic face as he pleadingly demanded," What happened? When did it happened? And where? How did it happen?...Why did it happen?" Her parents came out of their surprise of seeing him at his words. They shared a unsure look, but one glance at the broken man in front of them, broke them and forced them speak.
He listened to every word as hatred, regret, and agony overcame him. He listened to them tell how she had never gone to London, how she never planned to either. How she had found out she had blood cancer. How the cancer had advanced far beyond treatment. How she knew her days were limited. How she had always believed in him and his ability to make something out of his life one day. How she didn't want her illness to get in his way. How she refused to be an obstacle in the way of his success. How she went on living life as she always did. How she waited till the last day possible before she would have to hospitalized to say goodbye to him. How she had used her final breaths to ask for them to place each and every hand pressed rose she had always kept with her in a container by her grave.
They told him how they never knew why she always had those roses and whenever they asked she would look at them with such love in her eyes and say," He always said he never knew, but he'll know this...And one day he'll come, he'll come and tell you why." As she smiled, holding the roses close to her heart.
He knew, he finally knew.
She had always known, and now he knew too. She knew that one day fate would bring him to her and then he would know. That she had loved him, does love him, and will always love him. That he had always loved her, does love her, and will always love her.
Now they both knew, they knew bcause of those perfectly hand pressed roses, One Thousand Red Roses.If you liked it please like and comment!đ Good or Bad a comment is a comment!
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