This is the story of my love. The love is personified.

I was in 1st year of engineering college when I met him. Aryan was in the 2nd year. We became close only because of one thing and that was we lost our father at a very early age. He was the most sweetest person I have ever met, I loved his sense of humour.

As the time flew, my heart developed a felling for him, in fact even his smirks made me rejuvenated. I understood that I am unconditionally in love with him.

It was the turning point in my life when Aryan sent me a message online asking how am I and if we could hang out sometimes.

With the passing time we both were enjoying each other's company. One day he proposed me. He courted me, treated me the way I dreamt of and felt his true love for me. We were on cloud nine, we have plans for our future, he even suggested to save and get married.

He said that he wanted to introduce me to his family and we had made our planning to meet his mother during our holidays.

But sometimes good times come to an end. Suddenly he started ignoring my phone calls and don't replied to my messages. His new behaviour was tormenting for me. I tried every possible thing to contact him, but nothing came in my hands.

I became really very disappointed and distressed. I blamed him, I said I hate you Aryan, you are a cheater, # you, just go to hell.

But still I wanted to clarify everything, so I decided to meet him. The next morning I went his home and met his mother. She looked very frail and sad. I told her I came here to meet his son. Please call him.