sad love story : my love failed
Rakshith falls prey to depression due to his failed love, but how does his friend Kavya pull him out of the deep whirlpool?

An invitation card for the inauguration of a heart care hospital had come by courier. Mansi read it and handed it over to Kavya. Kavya started reading it and got lost in the past… He knocked on Rakshith's door. He was his childhood friend. Later, they met very rarely because of their different colleges. Kavya was studying engineering and Rakshith was studying medicine.
Today, Kavya had come to Ahmedabad for his uncle's wedding, so he thought of meeting his special friend Rakshith, because the wedding function was to be held in the evening. Now he should spend 3-4 hours of the afternoon with his friend. They will have fun to their heart's content and talk a lot. He wanted to surprise Rakshith. He had Rakshith's address because just last month, he had sent a gift to Rakshith on his birthday at this address.
The door opened after two minutes, he was surprised but more surprised to see Rakshith. Rakshith's beard was unkempt and overgrown. His eyes were sunken as if he had not slept for a long time. His clothes seemed as if he had not changed for 2-3 days. Meaning, he had not even bathed. There was a slight odor coming from his body, yet Kavya hugged him in the joy of meeting his friend. But there was no special enthusiasm from the other side.
What's the matter brother, are you feeling well, isn't it?' He was surprised by Rakshith's behavior, because Rakshith always clung to Kavya as soon as he saw him. 'Hey Kavya, you here, come inside,' he said as if reluctantly. The condition of the student room is always bad, but looking at the condition of Rakshith's room, it seemed as if the room had been closed for a year. It had been months since it was cleaned. There were cobwebs all over the room. There was dirt on the books. The books were scattered here and there in a mess. Kavya cleaned the chair with an old cloth and sat down. Before that Rakshith had already sat on the bed as if he was tired. Kavya was now more sad and shocked than surprised. He was worried about what had happened to his friend? "Are you alright? What has happened to yourself and the room?" When he did not answer after asking 2-3 times, Kavya held his shoulders and shook him, tears started flowing from Rakshith's eyes. Instead of saying anything, he clung to Kavya, like a child clings to his mother in pain.
He started crying. Kavya could not understand anything. After crying for some time, he said only this much, 'Brother, I cannot live without her,' he said sobbing. 'Without whom can I not live? Who are you talking about?' Holding both his hands, Kavya asked lovingly. 'I am talking about Aamya.' 'Oh, so it is a matter of love. I mean serious. This is the age. When Kavya was going to college, his serious father made him sit with him alone for the first time and talked about this in detail.
Kavya was very surprised to see his father talking on this subject. But when his father explained and told him the whole thing, then he felt proud of his father that he saved him before he fell into the well. 'Oh,' Kavya said in a regretful tone. 'Rakshith, you do one thing. First take a bath and shave and get fresh. Till then I will clean the whole room. Then I will listen to your whole story and understand it,' Kavya told his friend affectionately. Kavya was like a neat and disciplined student. His mind felt lighter after crying.
Hey Kavya, I will clean it myself. You are a guest.' Rakshith got flustered while saying this to Kavya. 'Hey brother, first of all I am your friend. Please, listen to your friend.' Now, if a friend says it with so much love and affection, who will not listen to a friend. Understanding this, Kavya sent him to the attached bathroom, because in such an environment neither he can explain properly nor he can listen. First he will freshen up and then he will tell properly. Kavya started with the book and the book shelf and cleaned a month's garbage in half an hour.
Kavya was famous for keeping the cleanest and most organized room in the hostel. Half an hour later, when Rakshith came out of the bathroom, both were surprised. Rakshith seeing a very clean and organized room and Kavya seeing Rakshith clean shaven and well dressed. 'Wow, in such a short time you have made the room a hotel room instead of a hostel room brother. Your habit of cleanliness has not changed even after going to the hostel,' Rakshith said, very impressed by the cleanliness. 'And your clean-shaven face looks like the moon,' Kavya said while caressing his face. Now Rakshith was quite relaxed.
‘Bhaiya chai…’ the tea seller was at the door with tea. ‘Wow, how clean you have cleaned the room,’ said Chotu looking around the room and Rakshith felt embarrassed. He brings tea every morning, so he knew the condition of the room. ‘Hey, this is the magic of my friend,’ Rakshith said smiling while praising Kavya’s work, ‘Hey, who asked you to bring tea?’ ‘I told you. The tea seller’s phone number was on the wall.’ ‘Thank you Kavya. I really wanted to drink tea,’ Rakshith said while giving a glass of tea to Kavya. Both were drinking hot tea silently. After finishing the tea, Kavya said, ‘Now tell me, what is the matter, who is Aamya and what is the whole matter?’
Rakshith became disappointed again after listening to Aamya, disappointment came on his face again. Hands clenched the armrest of the chair. 'I met Aamya about a year ago. She was a friend of my classmate Lavanya. We met for the first time at Lavanya's birthday party. Our meeting soon turned into love. She was doing MBA and was very beautiful. I can't even imagine why I liked Aamya because I was friends with so many girls in college. I fell in love with her. Maybe it was the game of time. We used to meet almost every day. Even during my final MBBS exams, I was crazy about her. She was also drowned in my love. 'Till now I used to think that love is a fantasy created in films and stories.
Which the writers present in an exaggerated manner by giving it a fictional touch. But now my condition has also become like that, like Ranjh and Majnu. I had decided in my mind to spend my entire life with her and I thought the same from Aamiya's side too. There was nothing lacking in me either, I had all the qualities to be chosen for a perfect marriage.' 'Then what happened friend?'
Kavya asked curiously. 'My MBBS studies were completed and I was studying further to become a cardiologist. One day she said to me, 'Listen, Papa wants to meet you.' She was happy and excited. 'Why?' I was curious. 'In connection with our marriage,' she said as if revealing the secret. 'Marriage? That too so soon' I said in surprise. 'I loved Aamiya but had not even thought of marriage yet. 'Yes, my grandfather is adamant that my younger sister and I should get married soon,' Aamiya told the reason for hurrying up the marriage and the way she was saying it so calmly, it seemed that she too had no objection to getting married soon.
'It is not possible so soon. My dream is to become a cardiologist and I want to focus all my attention on my studies right now,' I explained to her about my dream and that I cannot get married right now. 'Wait for 2-3 more years for that. Then we both will be each other's for life,' I said trying to make her understand.
'No Rakshith, it is not possible. My father cannot wait for so many years. My sister's future is also behind me,' as if she had decided to get married early. 'I explained to her a lot. But she married the NRI American of her father's choice and went to America last month and left behind her memories and my loneliness. I cannot imagine that Aamya will leave me.
I am sad that my love has been snatched away. I loved her to the point of dying. Kaavya, my love failed. There was nothing lacking in me. Still why did time play such a game with me.' Rakshith started crying again and said while crying, 'That's it, since then I don't feel hungry or thirsty. I haven't studied even a single alphabet for a month. I have my specialist entrance exam next month. Think of it like I have become Devdas.' He again put his head on Kavya's shoulder and started crying like a child. 'Look Rakshith, it is not wrong to fall in love at this age. But it is wrong to break down in love.
Your aim in life was always to become a good doctor and not a lover. Look, you waited so long. In childhood your friends used to play, you didn't play. When your friends went to watch a movie, you didn't watch the movie. You also felt like gossiping with your friends and even Rakshith, you reached your sister's wedding in the evening like a baraati, because you had your PMT exam. You forgot all those things in your love. 'Aamya has gone and will never come back in your life.
And if Aamya sees you in this condition today, she will not love you, rather she will hate you and will think that it is good that I was saved from this person who, due to a failure, became disappointed, frustrated and sad with life and forgot his dream of life. Would she marry such a person? 'Think, Rakshit, even for a moment. Because of a broken heart, will you let millions of hearts break in the future, deprive them of treatment. Was the purpose of coming to this medical college, coming to this unknown city, leaving your home to get the love of a girl or to become a very successful and famous cardiologist? You have to fulfill the dream that you had before coming here.'
Rakshit, tell the world and yourself that your love has failed, but not you and neither has your dream failed. And you will have to prove this to yourself,' Kaavya explained to him.
'You are right Kaavya, my aim, my dream, is not to become a successful lover, but to become a good doctor. Thank you friend for reminding me of all this at the right time,' hugging Kavya, Rakshit said with firmness and confidence. "Where have you been lost since long with the card in your hand?"
Mansi scolded her husband Kavya and asked, "Hey, how long will you keep thinking? Will you do some preparations? Tomorrow I have to go to Jodhpur for the inauguration of Rakshit Bhaiya's Heart Care Hospital," Mansi told him and he smiled.
About the Creator
Prashant Sharma
I am Prashant Sharma, a passionate writer with years of experience crafting content that informs, inspires, and engages readers.



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