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earlier that day. Dushyant would have stopped her from leaving the room

but he wasn’t sure himself about what he wanted.
Nervously, he tore off the top of the envelope. There was a slightly
crumpled piece of paper inside with something written in a familiar

handwriting. He read:

Hey Dushyant,

I hope you are doing well. I have always hoped.

I am leaving. I would have stayed, but I can’t. It’s my time to go. For

the second time and this time it’s because of me. You deserve better. I
shouldn’t have come back, but then I couldn’t help it. As I leave, I
want to let you know that every moment I had spent with you made me

a better person, a better lover, a better daughter and a better sister. I
know the world warned me against the obsessive, paranoid, angry guy

that you no doubt are, but you’re a lot more than that and they will
never know it. I experienced it and I know that any girl who gets to

walk into the sunset with you will be the luckiest girl there has ever
been.

I lost you the day I left you. I don’t want to go back in time and brood

over what happened between us. But what happened is something that
I will take to my grave, smiling. It’s time for you to move on, find a

new life, find someone who will accept you the way you are, love you
for the person you are. And as I see it, that person is around you. You

just need to acknowledge it.

I hope you have a good life. I will be thinking of you. I always have.
No matter whom I was with.

Love,
Kajal

P.S. I am not disappearing from your life; I don’t think I can do that
any more. I am going to London. Call me if you need me. I will always
be there. Stop drinking.