Breakup Zindagi Novels & Stories

“Tell me something I don’t know!” “Girl, your life is crazy right now. How much of a coincidence is it to break up with your fiancé, go on your honeymoon alone, get your flight canceled, run into two hot men, hook up with them, then return home to find out you’ll be working for them after all that?”

I accepted it without objection, for many reasons. It was horrifically painful physically and emotionally. It felt like my skin was being peeled off and my soul tossed into hell, a terrible, cold void. But once the bond was broken and the connection waned I was able to breath again, to hope for a relatively normal life somewhere in the background, not seen or heard. The intense pull, the craving for him that had existed from the time he turned 18 until the rejection became a more bearable deep ache in my chest. Time passed, there is now only the rare piercing sensation, like a thin sharp blade thrust into my heart, as a cruel reminder of that horrible time.

But lately, when I reached out, I would find nothing and wake up in the middle of the night, feeling empty and dazed. Many people said that the hardest part of breaking up was not separating, but adjusting to life without each other. When you called out in an empty house, there would be no one to answer. But fortunately, time was the best healer. Eventually, it would pass. Ryan fell silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Must it change?" "Otherwise, Ryan, we'll both start new lives. You will, and so will I." I unscrewed the ointment and helped him apply it, then put on a new bandage. "Okay, the medicine is applied."

That’s the truth. When the short meeting ended, I went to my office and busied myself all day. If not because of Levi, I would have starved myself all day. The painful break up affects me. So much. I want to talk to him again and take back what I said but I feel so scared of his reactions. I feel so pathetic too. I’ve fallen in love with him but I can't fight because I know what will happen. I went home that night feeling so empty. I felt like a living dead. I don’t even understand the reason for living and fighting. My life feels so meaningless now. My grandfather is still in the ICU, my best friend kept on rejecting my calls and I broke up with Rogue Adams.

If there was no hardship and only happiness then our life would become boring. But heartbreak it's something different. Because a heartbreak is more fatal than a heart attack. It won't kill you but it will make you a living dead. Heartbreaks kill your soul. Only I know how I have coped up with my heartbreak. It's only my revenge that gives me the power to stand and fight against him. But how I have thought it seems difficult now to deal with him. Even though I hate him. I don't know why my old feelings come back and push me towards him.

“I’m sorry.” He tilts his chin upwards. “Are you?” I shrug. “I wouldn’t have said that if I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry that you lost your wife.” “Have you lost someone before?” “Lost – like lost?” He chuckles. “Yes. Lost like lost.” “Does a breakup count?” There’s a brief pause followed by a shake of his head. “I guess? It's akin to losing. That means the person is no longer in your life and doesn’t share anything with you anymore.”

Zephyr let out an agonized howl as he collapsed in pain. The sound of shattering glass rang out clearly. Yet, Caspian calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped away the wine stains, as if he hadn't just crushed the glass in his bare hand. Before his eyes, the vision of Serena in her wedding dress surfaced, sending a swarm of sharp pains through his heart. He had been so close to happiness, but now, he had nothing. His eyes fell into the same dead void they had known for so long. His wolf would never howl again.

“After one year, I’m free.” ‎ ‎His lips curved into a cold, knowing smile. “If you survive it.” ‎ ‎As I walked out of his office, the doors closing behind me with a soft, merciless click, I realized something terrifying. ‎ ‎The contract hadn’t just sold my future. ‎ ‎It had broken me. ‎ ‎And I had a feeling… ‎Ethan Blackwood intended to make sure I never healed. ‎

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn

“Danica Philips. Life is not life without you. And if I lived a million years, none of them would compare to the one I spent with you. You are my happiness. You are love itself. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?” Tears threatened my eyes, as I leaned down to kiss my future husband. The End