It hurt me every time I saw Chacha, Chachi on the dining table. I blamed myself for not saving their daughter.

Zarya and I were betrothed the moment she was born. We grew fond of each other very quickly. She was the one who could truly understand me but sometimes, the poets play it cruelly. I guess it was both of our destiny.

Today at the age of 24, I stand here, a successful neurosurgeon but to myself I'm a failure, failed to save the one I loved dearly. So much that I had to lose her.

I overheard mama talking on the phone, "Yes Mrs. Sultan, yes we'll come over tomorrow, yes yes don't worry I'll bring my son"

I rolled my eyes, "Another one of those ugly dawaats, they literally suffocate me. When will you leave me alone mama?" I yelled across the room.

"My son, stop shutting yourself away from us, stop making your life monotonous, see the beauty of life" mama cooed, concern was visible in her tone.

That is what I have lost the beauty of my life. I didn't feel like talking to her. I left the room without saying a word. I could hear her sighing from afar.

Buckling my seatbelt, I started the car. Zarya's voice echoed in my ears, "You know what amuses me the most? Your cheeky smile"

After Zarya had left me alone in this chaotic world, I had forgotten to smile, to laugh. I had become numb and completely emotionless.

I turned my car towards her grave. Before every surgery, it had become my ritual to meet her, now that she was gone, I visited her grave.

Today, I had an important surgery, I turned my car towards Zarya's grave.

Placing the flowers on the grave, "I am not fine, now that you're no more, I can't live without you"

Wiping away my tears, I stood up and drove to the hospital.