Niyati walked hand in hand with Rohan on her way back from someone’s birthday party. It was late in the night and the moon was bright. It felt like a dream. At 16, her only wish was that Rohan should like her. And here she was. It didn’t end there.
Just outside her home, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and ran back to his house. Niyati was in love.
Niyati jerked back to the present, in the hospital. Rohan, lying on the bed with tubes attached, looking old.
A lifetime of love flickering to its end.