I Made Her Cry

It’s so strange that how a little discussion changes to a heated argument.

I knew she was hiding something inside her from past few weeks but she didn’t tell me. Today she told me everything. I was dejected with myself for not talking with her happily and not responding to her feelings properly. She was absolutely right about what she said. No matter what my internal thinking and feelings be, it shouldn’t have an effect on our relationship but unfortunately it had. She had cried and she was hurt but she tried not to tell me because she didn’t wanted to make me feel bad. All this because she loves me.

I kept standing there with my head down in dejection while she was sitting on the bed wiping away her tears. I was angry with myself and lost into thoughts as to why I behaved with her like that.

I went towards the mirror in the room and kept looking at my reflection as if I was going to ask myself questions.

With so much anger inside me against myself, it exploded right there.

“Why I made her cry, why did I hurt her? She loves me but still I made her cry. Why?” I said to myself and within a fraction of second, I punched the mirror.

It shattered into pieces. The pieces of broken mirror got spread all around me. I didn’t cared and I just walked upon them. My hands and feet started bleeding as they had made their way into my skin.

“Puneet” she shouted and came towards me crying

“What have you done, you idiot. You are bleeding. Come here. You are…. “

She couldn’t complete her sentence. She carefully made we walk over those places where there weren’t any pieces of mirror. She didn’t cared about herself while walking over the floor full of mirror pieces

She was crying. Tears were all over her face. Her expressions were clearly showing that she was worried and frightened.

“Puneet, what have you done? Why have you done this?” she shouted on me

I remained quiet. I was happy that I endured the same pain I had given her. I somehow justified myself about what I had done.

She went quickly to bring the first aid box. She made me sit on the bed and started dressing my wounds. All this while her tears didn’t stopped. I kept looking at her face. She wasn’t looking at me. After cleaning and dressing the wounds on my feet, she was cleaning the wounds of my hand when a tear dropped on her hand. The tears were there at the brink of my eyes. It was just that a drop had escaped and fallen on her hand. She looked at me and held my face in her hands.

“It’s paining you na. Koi baat nai. Theek ho jayega. Main hoon na aapke sath.” she said

“Payal, I didn’t wanted to behave like that with you at all. I was just preoccupied with my thoughts all this time. I hurt you and you know when you get hurt because of me, I get more hurt cause i don’t want to be the reason of your tears. I know I am bad. I make you cry. I am sorry for all my mistakes. Please forgive me. I don’t d…..” And before I could complete the sentence she kept her finger over my lips. She knew what i was gonna say

“I love you that’s why I cry for you. Cause you and everything related to you means so much to me. I love you that’s why I get angry with you. I love you that’s why I never hide anything from you. And never again do this type of thing with yourself. You know how much its hurting me right now to see you in this condition.” she said

“But I had hurt you so I have given this pain to myself.” I replied looking away

“I don’t want to hear anything else but promise me you won’t do this to yourself again ever.” she said keeping her palm in front of me.

“I promise I won’t do this again.” And I kept my palm over hers

She smiled and it made me smile too.

And a silence prevailed that was romantic not saddening…

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