It started like every fairytale—sweet words, stolen glances, and promises that felt unbreakable. Jeya never imagined falling for someone like Arkam Hassan, but there he was, making her feel like the most special girl in the world.
"Jeya, you're different. I've never met someone like you," he would say, sending long paragraphs at night, making her heart race. He would wait for her messages, call her just to hear her voice, and make her believe in love.
But love was never meant to last.
Slowly, the sweet messages became shorter. The late-night calls turned into 'I'm busy' texts. The effort that once felt so real started fading, but Jeya held on—hoping, believing, and ignoring the cracks forming in the illusion Arkam had built.
Then one night, everything shattered.
Arkam sent a message so long, it almost felt rehearsed:
"Jeya, I don't know why, but it feels like you never really loved me. I was always the one putting in effort, always the one trying to make this work. Maybe we were never meant to be. I think we should end this."
Jeya stared at the screen, her hands frozen.
Was this a joke?
She reread the words again and again, but they didn't change. The same Arkam who had once promised to never leave her, who had made her believe in 'forever,' was now blaming her for everything and walking away.
Her fingers trembled as she typed back, "Wow. After everything, this is how you leave?"
His reply came instantly. "I'm sorry. It's just not working."
And just like that, it was over.
Jeya sat in silence, feeling the weight of every broken promise settle in her chest.
Love had been nothing but a lie.
But this was just the beginning of her story.