Love is a crossroad!

What would you connect to if I asked you to choose between 'Love is unconditional' and 'Prevention is better than cure?' Do you feel love is life or just a part of life? Here is a story of a girl named Akshara who is meddling with life-changing choices.

Today was a red-letter day for her. The doors to something which she had shut forever had now opened as she welcomed the enticing flow of love and let it reach to an every nook of her unhealed and broken bits, the wounds which were left open for long , the wounds which were restrained from being kissed and taken care of.

Akshara was head over heels profoundly for this new man who had just carved his way to her life and was taking care of her like his own baby and his lady both. Akshara was as simple as ABC and was the least demanding when it came to relationships. So far, her relationships with men had not been a cakewalk for her. One, she had no faith in her own goodness, she lacked self-love and would feel that she would never be enough for anyone. Secondly, she never got that one jewel which is one of the most human and basic needs in a relationship. Respect. She found it hard to trust anyone. Men in the past had been as complicated as global warming. She gave too much of an every feeling ending up with nothing left for herself and the man abruptly deciding on calling it quits, taking it for granted.

Love is a stale piece of cake if left with no proper closures.

Coming to the present, so this man challenged all her odds and gave her butterflies not only in her stomach but in the tiniest of cells in her body. He was an average looking fair gentleman with a jaw-dropping personality, poise and mannerism perfectly in place with the cherry topping the cake, ‘Respect’. He let her be herself, loved her for her weird tantrums and unreasoned mood swings, unreasoned cries and laughter, dirty talks, shy faces, her shiny surfaces and her dark interiors. When she decided to never be in love ever again and had made up her own reality of living by herself, love came gushing to the shut doors only to prove her wrong. Of course, there was resistance initially.

Faith was a thin- skinned value for her in those days. 

She was an old school rose who believed in eternal feelings in a garden full of artificial fancy flowers. It took him three months to win her trust and he started off by being friends with her, understanding her lows and holding her insecurities delicately. She was learning to fill the voids with self-love and beginning to embrace happiness. Slowly and gradually, new roses blossomed in the dark and dried areas of her heart.

That man appeared as if he never sinned earlier. His personality and his attitude towards life was magnetic and his aura was charismatic enough to leave everyone mesmerised about him. From opening the car doors for her to pulling the chair for her before the table every single time, who said chivalry was dead? Gradually, the grounds of faith got firm and she learnt to let all the vulnerability vanish into nothing.

When heads over heels in love with someone newly, we tend to treat love like a baby which is just born. Cute, admirable and a beautiful package of happiness. What happens when the darkest bits of your partner’s life start unfolding and surfacing? What if they aren’t so good and will not make you feel at ease?Akshara and Amey had a problem which was like slow poisoning without pain which may or may not eventually lead to a happy ending.

Amey had alcohol issues and he would drink almost daily like an addict. Too much is too bad they say, be it the good or evil. Not that he would be a torture to her or do things offensive to her respect but he would end up spending a lot of money on his daily liquor quota with less savings and a vague determination for the future. Yes, they both were very serious about each other but he was a blank page when it came to their future and believed in living the moment whereas Akshara drafted a whole book on how their life would look like going ahead.

That was still something manageable to her but she had another major weak bone.

Her childhood was a rough patch of an overly drunk father coming home late nights only to lash out at them and commit domestic violence. He had lost the love for them as a family and eventually lost all the wealth and health with nothing to support them. Akshara had never known what childhood looked like since she spent all the time being her mother’s backbone and her mother playing both the parent roles. She grew up having a real tough time handling her toxic father and that is where the major of her trust issues landed. Bingo!

The same issue which she laid a concrete tile over the years was now back in her like a hissing snake!

She felt all the toxic emotions all at once and anxiety started kicking in taking her back to the haunting memories of her past. She left no stone unturned in supporting him to get rid of that and insisting him to not drink too much but to nip the habits into the bud is hard.

They were fighting a losing battle. He kept assuring her that everything would be normal in the future too with drinking never being a problem and she kept arguing that things will not always be the same of what they might seem as of now.

Another twist? She began to doubt her wedding bells with him in the future. It was so normal for her to feel the coercion due to the shaky upbringing she hurled with and the flashbacks her subconscious mind kept presenting. She begins to believe that love is not the only thing and should not be termed or mixed with life. Life was a bigger concept to her in this scenario as she started picturing the look-like of it which was similar to what her mother faced and her words that ‘Akshara, don’t be blind, be wise with what you choose’ kept hitting her like the waves of a stormed ocean.

She was walking a thin ice hustling to choose the winner for the tug of war her mind and her heart were playing. Both were equally strong. What she had found after repeated failures, (self - love and faith in people) and what was the best for her future, giving it a mind’s eye, both the instances seemed rational.

Love could be blind but what if you had eyes?

What should Akshara choose to do? She had choices to make.

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