This Valentine's day, WittyFeed went around asking people who have experienced real love – in one way or another – to tell us about their stories. These are tales of Indians who've shared their hearts and feelings and given themselves up to another with such completeness that it has become a part of who they are.
This is the story of a man from Indore who found love in a hopeless place. And yet, he gave it his all to see the one he loved find her happiness.
"We met through a friend. Actually, she was my best friend's girlfriend's sister. Kind of like the whole 'Hum Aapke Hain Koun' scene…
The first time we met, I never dreamed that I'd be telling my story this way. It was the evening of 2nd October. It was a dry day, so we all went for chai in the evening. As usual, I was third-wheeling Ayush and Sakshi– my best friend and his girlfriend (names changed). Life was good until that evening. In fact, I was so single, that people used to make fun of me being Sakshi's sautan.
On our way in, I saw this pretty petite girl standing at the counter, obviously confused about her order. She looked so perfect even in her simple gray T-shirt and blue jeans that I got lost and didn't realize I was ogling.
As I turned, I saw Sakshi screaming, 'Ayana!' at the girl in gray, with a grin on her face, and rushed to meet her. At that moment, I remembered– this was Sakshi's little sister! She had told me earlier that we'd be meeting her here at the café.
Sakshi came back to us, with Ayana in tow. She introduced us, but my tongue was frozen. How did I forget my own name?
Over the course of the evening, I learned that Ayana had recently been dumped by her ex, Yash, and was utterly heartbroken. I felt bad for her, and I could feel my blood boil for the guy who caused her this pain. I spoke more freely to her from then on. My mission was to keep a smile on her face.
Something clicked that evening, and the four of us became a gang. I started texting her. Soon enough, those tea-time group-outings turned into long, deep, drunk conversations on her terrace with just the two of us. She used to talk about Yash quite often, but it upset her every time. So even though it troubled me, I prioritized her and gently changed the topic.
Life went on like this for another 66 days. I was blissful, she was healing. We were happy. So one day, when I thought the time was right, I told her that I loved her. She apologized because she didn't feel that way. Although it crushed me, I told her it was fine. My feelings were my responsibility and I wouldn't impose anything on her.
I took up a job in Delhi two months later. It was time I started a new life. But there was one pending duty I would finish before I went: to reunite two people in love. After giving it much thought, I decided that no one should feel what I had felt– especially not someone as precious as Ayana. No one should be kept away from the one they love. So on the day of my flight to Delhi, I arranged for the two of them to blindly meet each other at the same café where I saw her for the first time.
When I turned on my phone after the flight that night, the first text I got was from a pretty little lady I still remember in gray– 'Thank you'!
Karan (story subject– name changed) has been living in Delhi for about a month now. Since that last text, he didn't speak to Ayana much, because her boyfriend doesn't approve. But he says, he will always love her unconditionally and wants her to know it.
WittyFeed has been told that Ayana is a follower of our page, and we are lucky to provide a platform where love, sacrifice, and stories can be shared.