The Alpha Killed My Husband

The Treacherous

Dear Nakul,

Perhaps you would not trust me or the circumstances that I have written this letter to you. But it is a reality and takes it as a reality.

I do not know whether you will relish it or not. The fact which I want to reveal upon you is that my heart leaps to you. I am an introverted girl. I did not find a way out to express my inner feelings about you. I like you the most. With great difficulty, I could reveal this fact upon you. I expect that you would not take this otherwise. My intention is not malafide. You are a mellifluous and mellow boy. Your melodious song sung on college annual day has caught my attention and attracted me towards you.

Your whole personality bewitched me. Your curly hair, broad forehead and big sharp eyes fascinate me. I feel as if you are made for me only. In solitude, I think about your hours together. Your handsome face and especially your heart piercing glance wander in front of my eyes. It is said that the heart goes to the heart. Don’t you think about me? Does your heart not leap for me? But my heart does. I pine for your company. I want to sit beside you and share my heart's content with you. I want to hold your hands and stare in your eyes until our souls meet.

Please, spare a little time for me on the evening of Sunday the next. I want to see you in Taj Gardens. That is the place where we can sit and talk for a while in solitude. My love for you is like a red rose. And two blooming hearts are longing to embrace each other. Let them do so.

It is my first letter for first love. I am aware of the fact that we are living in the era of phone, texts, social media and technology and I have written this love letter to you. But then it wouldn't have created much difference if I have just sent you a text message inviting you for a Rendezvous, yes a Rendezvous!

About you; everything feels special, so I wanted to make this first interaction special too. I am not aware of the result. But I’m on fire constantly with one ambition and that is to meet you. Religion is no bar in love; it is a matter of hearts.

I can wait for you for ages.

Yours only,

Trupti

I read the love letter and passed a lopsided grin to Rudransh who was parking the car in the parking lot of the restaurant. He, intentionally, avoids looking at me. The drive from the park to the place wasn’t long, mere ten minutes had passed by since we had started for the restaurant. But the drive was surely interesting.