Arnav... I'm Arnav

Life is not a bed of roses..

I heard this phrase when I was in my third grade... At first I was reluctant to use this particular phrase.. Because I never had to face any hardship in my life..

My life was perfect.. My family was the best family in the world.. I had A lovely Parents, An adorable Sister.. A protective big brother..

Wherever I tried my luck I found success. And this so-called success cast a veil of pride over my eyes... I started thinking that I would get whatever I wanted ...

But it says ego is the root of fall.

Same happened to me.. Three years ago I fall with sach a force that still I couldn't stand up on my feet like before..

Life has taught me a good lesson.. And now I have learned that life is not a bed of roses in true sense..

Now my ever so perfect life is no more perfect... And most importantly Now I'm a completely changed person.

I'm no longer that Arrogant jerk.. Now I'm an emotionless dead body..

I had lost the most precious person of my life. Once that person was the center of my life and now without him I'm like a lifeless body. Everything, every dream of my life, every loveable person left me but my anger, the famous ASR anger is still with me. So, whenever I get a chance, I fight with anyone for every silly reason to reduce my rage and to feel better. But I never got my peace.

I wanted to be loved by someone but there is no one to love me. Although my family is filled with lots of love for each other but I have no right in their love. No one loves me. No one wished to see my face.

I am no longer anyone's favorite Chotte.. I'm no longer that intelligent Arnav Singh Raizada.. Now My identity is Arnav... Only Arnav...

Is it difficult to create your own identity without a surname? I don't ’t know it because I hadn’t tried it yet. Once I had a surname, but I don't have it now..

I'm Arnav just Arnav not any mighty ASR who used to make his own destiny. Now I have to spend my life like this.

Sometimes I thought of working hard to create my own identity for that person who taught me to dream with open eyes but now that person is no longer with me. And now my resolve is slowly disappearing..

So now I forgot how to dream, I forgot how to fight for myself, I even forgot how to play cricket.. I have even forgotten what love is .. There is no such thing as love in my life. Now I'm a bad omen whom everyone hates... But what is my fault in this??.

Will it be possible for me to come out of this life and start a new and beautiful life like other boys ??

Someone has to come to pull him out of these misers and to love him....

Who'll be that person?

If I get good response I'll continue this story here..

If you are interested in this story then you can find it on wattpad..

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Do comments

It'll motivate me..

27.06.2020

-Pro❤❤