Roses or Thorns - A Short Story

Hi folks,

I am trying my luck with writing fiction and stories that connect. Here is one very short story I spun. Tell me how it is?

Roses or Thorns?

Aaina stood staring at the bouquet of scarlet red roses. Who had sent this bouquet to her on her birthday? Those close to her knew she loved jasmine and gladioli. Then she saw the tag – Rohan Malhotra. She should have known. With a cheesy caption too!

She sighed and threw them aside. How typical of Rohan to always do what he preferred. Even his gifts seemed like charity.

She thought back to that day when Rohan had first proposed. She had politely declined.

Her heart belonged to Shekhar, her childhood sweetheart. Quiet, serious, thoughtful Shekhar, he was everything she wanted in a life partner. They were soon to be married. Aaina’s heart skipped a beat even now, thinking about her true love.

Rohan was furious on being turned down and left in a huff swearing under his breath. Aaina had a hunch he would be back soon. He wasn’t the type to take a no for an answer. Pampered silly by his domineering grandmother, he was used to getting his way.

At 2, one night, her mobile lit up, throbbing urgently. The police had got her number from Shekhar’s handset. Shekhar had been fatally injured in a highway accident. He didn’t survive the crash.

Aaina was devastated.

Yet, even in her grief, she could visualize Rohan smiling like a cat who got the cream.

#Lostlove #UnfinishedDreams #Rosescanhurt #Lovestoryunfinished

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