HRKH stories

   In the year 2086, under a somber sky, an 83-year-old Shivam stood at the quiet graveyard, a place he had faithfully visited for decades. The wrinkles on his face bore witness to the passage of time, yet his heart remained tethered to memories of his late wife, Anika. Their journey together had spanned the highs and lows of life until fate had led Anika into the eternal embrace of time itself.   “Hello, my love,” Shivam murmured softly, kneeling beside Anika's weathered gravestone. “Another year has passed, and yet it feels like just yesterday. I fought against time itself to save you from death.”   As he traced her name with trembling fingers, a mixture of sorrow and gratitude washed over him. “I miss you more than words can express, Anika. Our time together was a precious gift—one that I cherish every single day.”   Memories flooded his mind—echoes of their laughter, dreams whispered in the night. Despite the passage of time and the conclusion of their...

  From that day forward, the way I saw Anika transformed. Her beauty, always undeniable, took on a new luminescence in my eyes. Every action, every word of care, fanned the embers of your affection into a roaring flame. I berated myself for the past blindness. Witnessing her speak of Viraj ignited a fierce jealousy within me, a feeling I desperately tried to suppress for the time being.   Patience, you knew, was your only ally until the inevitable breakup. It unfolded like clockwork, fate's cruel hand playing out the preordained events. The friend group solidified - I, Anika, Arjun, Shreya, and Varsha - a bond forged in shared experiences.   Then came the storm Anika always weathered, the aftermath of her relationship ending with Viraj. Stepping in to help navigate the heartbreak wasn't a calculated move on our part, though it might appear that way from an outsider's perspective. It was an act of desperate necessity, driven not just by your burgeoning feelings, but by...

  Following my decision, I began avoiding Anika right from the beginning. On February 17, 2022, I was supposed to meet her at the railway station, but I didn't show up. Later at college, she approached me and inquired, “Hey Shivam, what happened? Why didn't you come to the railway station?” I replied, “Oh, nothing serious. I had some personal errands to attend to. I'm sorry for not informing you.”   In the following days, I persisted in avoiding Anika. Whenever she asked, “Why are you avoiding me?” I fabricated excuses to explain my behavior. Eventually, she caught on to my avoidance and realized what was happening. From that point onward, she stopped trying to engage with me.   Over the course of three months, Anika and I became complete strangers. The bond we once shared drifted apart, our paths diverging. I watched her from a distance, noticing her smiling with others each day. It brought me a bittersweet sense of relief, as I hoped that my distance would somehow p...

    One ordinary morning, as I prepared for my usual routine, everything shifted with a phone call from Arjun. The ground seemed to disappear beneath me as I answered. After the call ended abruptly, I rushed out, my thoughts spinning.   After a tense drive, I arrived at the scene, greeted by a chaotic scene of police cars, ambulances, and a gathering crowd fixated on a nearby house. My heart pounded as I waited anxiously. Moments later, medical personnel emerged, carrying the lifeless body of Anika, leaving me stunned.   Anika tragically took her own life once more, this time under even more devastating circumstances. She succumbed to suicide due to dowry-related issues, harassed relentlessly by the groom's family who demanded more dowry from hers. The relentless pressure and greed drove her to this heartbreaking end.   I stood there, numb, grappling with the overwhelming weight of my failure. Given a second chance by the universe, yet now I found myself w...

   The universe can be cruel, taking away those who mean the most to us. Today, I, Shivam, lost my best friend, Anika. She was my guiding light through tough times, the one who steered my career when I was lost, and the reason I am who I am today. Her sudden absence weighs heavily on me, especially because I blame myself—if only I hadn't let my ego get in the way that day, perhaps she wouldn't have faced this fate.   Right now, I'm on my way to Anika's funeral, and memories of our time together are flooding my mind. It feels like just yesterday when I first met her—her radiant eyes, her innocent charm, her lovely smile that could light up any room. She was like a little angel. Back in school, many guys admired her, and some even envied my closeness to her. There were misunderstandings too; people mistook our deep friendship for something romantic. But for us, it was always about a bond that went beyond love—a connection that defined what true friendship means.   ...