His Gifts..
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With an excited smile he unlocked the door and straight away went to check the kitchen to be sure whether Sarah had reached home or not. He saw an empty kitchen but he found it strange when he found the dining table already set for dinner. "Is Sarah again hiding in her room? No Sarah today no more games."
With determination, Anthony walked towards her room but his confusion doubled when he found the door unlocked. With silent footsteps, he peeped in but could not find Sarah. Not only Sarah but soon he became anxious when he could not find any of her stuffs. For a few seconds he stood lost trying to understand what was happening.
"Where could Sarah possibly hide again?" Anthony wondered. "Wait, has she moved back to our bedroom and is waiting to surprise me" his heart raced as he himself rushed upstairs to their bedroom.
The bedroom door was closed but not locked. He knocked first like a gentleman, expecting Sarah to answer him. Not getting any response he opened the door only to find it empty. Subconsciously his eyes drifted towards the dressing table to find Sarah's stuff. But it met with disappointment when he found nothing that belonged to Sarah.
Sadly his eyes returned from the dressing and fell on the bed. It quickly grabbed the attention of a neatly wrapped present. Anthony carefully placed the pink roses on the bed side table and bend to pick up the present. Looking at how beautifully it was wrapped, Anthony smiled at Sarah's artwork.
He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully unwrapped it to find a box. Curiously he opened the box to find its contents.
He found a Tiffany box, inside which there was a handsome ring for men. He remembered it as one of the bestseller from Platinum couples collection. But he wondered why the box held only the man's ring. Keeping it aside next he found a cheque of one million rupees. His eyes widened when he found it signed by Sarah. He began perspiring as he felt something worse is awaiting.
Next he found an envelope which read "My final gift to you". With shaky hands he slowly opened the envelope to see what it held.
Anthony felt the earth beneath him moving away , about to overthrow him from its edge when he hold a set of stamp papers. He felt as if his heart was struck by an arrow when he read the word divorce in it. He felt a terrible ache in his chest and found it difficult to breath.
His eyes fell on a letter which dropped down from the envelope. Taking deep breathes he opened the letter. He felt his eyes getting blurred as he read
To
The man I had loved
Dear Anthony (I don't know whether I still can use the word dear for you), I had loved you for the past 8 and a half years unconditionally to the extent that I had forgotten myself completely. I will never forget the feeling of my heart beats skipping when I first set eyes on you. I loved your ambitiousness as well as your arrogance. I loved you despite you pushing away my love for you. I loved you accepting your hard heartiness . Because I understood that you had a difficult childhood owing to your parents separation, to be with different partners. They left you to be taken care by a care taker. Their insensitivity towards you had turned you into a stone hearten person. But still I could not help myself from falling insanely in love with you. Despite your arrogance and indifference towards me ,I always believed that the heart that is beating beneath your hard exterior would be softened by my love and it too would long for me.
When you agreed to marry me, you would not believe that I made a deal with God and promised him never to ask anything for myself ever. Because you meant the world for me. Every day after I woke up and before I slept, I just had one silent prayer , healing of your tortured heart.
But one fine day I just had to face the reality. You regret marrying me. You did not marry me because you felt anything for me but because at that time I seemed to be the best option. But now the fact is that marrying me was not the best option because according to you I had trapped you into this marriage, which meant nothing but a torture to you.
Well I am Sorry Anthony because I became so selfish in love that I didn't realize that I have bonded your fate with miseries. I am sorry to love you so much that I had let go of my self esteem and agreed to be your housewife. You were kind enough to provide me with food, clothes, house and a lavish lifestyle. But look at my audacity to ask for more gifts on my birthday. I had given you nothing but a miserable life.
And if that was not enough I had gone far enough to invite my sister and made her stay for a month to add more to your miseries. We both sisters did nothing, just enjoyed your hard earned money.
But I just want to clear my sister's name in this. She had no idea that marrying her sister was your biggest regret. She believed that you were the best thing that happened to me. She really wished us to have a happy life but how silly of her. How can your life be happy as long as I am there in it?
So finally I have decided to return you back what I have snatched fro you.
The cheque of 1 million is for all the materialistic things you had provided in the last 9 months. I do not want you to mourn for the money you had wasted on me.
If you feel that the 1 million is less than what you have spend for me then you can sell way the platinum ring too. Bianca bought a gift for us the day before she departed . It was a couples ring. But dont worry .You dont have to be emotionally burdened to keep it as some souvenir. Keep it as the rent for her one month stay.
And finally the divorce papers. I am freeing you from my love and from this bondage which had made your life a living hell. I have already signed it. You too please sign it and send it to my mother's address.Oh I am so silly. Of course you don't know the address. Well its 101,South Shore road, Cape May, New Jersey.
So have the life you always wanted. Take care.
From
Well I dont know what to say so let it just be Sarah.
The hardest thing is to give up on the person who meant the world to you.
- Writer
