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The struggle for success my life part 2

A young man’s journey from village to city in search of a better life

By New stAr writer Published 6 months ago 3 min read

Part 2

"When I met that girl, she told me that she loved me. I said that I'm a poor person, I don't want to get involved in love, I want to focus on my work, I want to achieve something in life, I want to do something for my parents. We don't even have a house to live in, so how can I think about love? When I told her this, she got angry and left. After some days, my book had a message written on it that someone wants to love you. When my sir saw it, he was quiet for a while and then asked me about it. I told him that someone had written it on my book, but I didn't know what it meant. I just told him that if someone writes on my books, I'll report it to him, and he'll take action. Sir didn't say anything to me at that time, but later, he expelled the girl from the academy. I didn't get in trouble, but the girl was expelled. Later, I found out that the girl was expelled."

"Some days later, when I found out that the girl had been expelled from the academy, I felt a lot of regret. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done, and I kept wondering why I had reacted that way towards her. I had told the teacher about the message she had written on my book, and that's why she got expelled.

I felt a deep sense of regret and tried to find the girl, but I couldn't. After some days, my regret turned into guilt, and I decided to leave the academy myself. I told the teacher that I was leaving for Karachi, and I was crying as I said goodbye. But I had no other choice, so I had to leave."

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"When I told my teacher that I wanted to go to Karachi, he thought for a while and then asked me why I was leaving. I told him that I didn't want to continue my studies and wanted to go there to work and earn a living.

The teacher gave me permission to leave, wishing me all the best. I came to Karachi, worked for a couple of years, and earned some money. Later, I went back to my hometown and tried to find out about the girl who had been expelled from the academy because of me.

I didn't ask my teacher about her, but I asked my friends if they knew anything about her whereabouts. I wanted to meet her and apologize for what had happened. It's not that I love her, but I felt responsible for her expulsion, and I wanted to make things right.

However, even after two or three years, I couldn't find any information about her."

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"Even after two or three years, when I went back to my hometown, I couldn't find any information about the girl. I asked people, I asked friends, but no one knew anything about her. I tried my best to find her, but it was like she vanished into thin air.

Now, I'm feeling a sense of guilt and regret. I think about how she had to leave the academy because of me, and I'm filled with shame. She was a good person who loved me despite my poverty, and I repaid her kindness by getting her expelled.

I'm still haunted by the thought of what I did to her. I wish I could meet her and apologize for my actions. If only I could turn back time and make things right, I wouldn't be feeling this regret.

Even now, I'm thinking about what I did, and it's eating away at me. I wish I could find her and say sorry, but it's too late now."

Some possible directions for the story could be:

- The protagonist finds a way to make amends for their past mistake.

What do you think will happen next in the story?

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