MY CRUEL LOVE : What Was Lost, Now Found
My Cruel Love
A forgotten name. A missing piece of the past. When a simple object lands in Arman's hands, his entire world shifts. Could this be the clue he's been searching for all these years?
Maya didn't even get a chance to see what was snatched from her hand at lightning speed. The next thing she knew, someone had pulled her into a tight embrace.
And Maya froze on the spot. She had no idea what was happening to her. Arman held her tightly against his chest, excitement clear in his voice as he said, "Thanks, Maya! Thanks, Maya. Honestly, I don't even have the words. What you've given me… it's priceless."
Maya blinked, confused, and said dumbly, "But what did I even do? And Let go already. People might get the wrong idea, you know. Besides, you're holding me so tight I can hardly breathe."
Arman quickly let her go and, still brimming with excitement, said, "Oh, sorry. But truly, what you've done deserves a thousand thank-yous. I thought I'd lost this part of me forever."
Now visibly annoyed, Maya asked, "Ugh, will you just tell me already—what did I even do?"
Arman pointed to the nameplate in his hand and said, "This. This right here. My life is hidden in it. You wouldn't understand."
Maya extended her hand, curious to see what it was. But before she could touch it, Arman closed his fist around it and pulled it away.
Irritated, Maya said, "Seriously? Can't I at least take a look?"
With a smile, Arman replied, "No way. I can't let this fall into anyone else's hands. Didn't I tell you? My life is inside this. I can't risk losing it again. Okay, I have to go now. We'll talk later. And yes—whatever you want in return for finding this, just ask. Now I must go find her."
With that, Arman grabbed the box from Maya and left the room with the nameplate. The whole incident left Maya dumbfounded. She had no idea what had just happened. Yes, the nameplate did look oddly familiar to her, which is why she had wanted to take a closer look. But Arman had left before she could. His strange behavior surprised her even more. What was so special about it that he claimed his life was in it?
Mr. Arman must've gone mad, she thought. And if I keep thinking about it, I'll go crazy too. So she pushed the incident from her mind and got back to work.
Meanwhile, Arman sat in his room, holding the nameplate in his hands, a victorious smile on his face. He looked like he'd just won the whole world.
The man who usually had a stern, grumpy expression would've shocked anyone who saw him now. Because today's Arman was a completely different person.
He opened the box and took out the broken watch. It was his. The same one he had been wearing when he had his accident ten years ago. He recognized it instantly.
Maya had taken the box out of her grandfather's cupboard. Which meant both items had been with her grandfather all this time. But he never mentioned any of it.
And why had he kept them so carefully?
Up until the accident, Arman had that nameplate with him. But after regaining consciousness, he'd forgotten all about it. Somehow, his grandfather must have gotten hold of it and decided to keep it safe.
Whatever the reason, Arman thought, the important thing is—I've found it. Now I'll finally be able to find my little Mayaboti.my lost childhood friend."
He looked at the nameplate again. The school's name was printed in a circle around it. Then:
Name: Maisha Talukdar
Class: 6
Roll No: 23
Maisha Talukdar. That surname again. Maya's surname was also Talukdar.
Could it be? Is she my little Mayaboti,my childhood friend.?
No, no. That's impossible.
Her name is Maya, not Maisha. And many people have the surname Talukdar.
Still… should I look into Maya's background?
No, he thought firmly, I need to focus on finding the owner of this nameplate. Maisha. Yes—Maisha is my Mayaboti. I need to forget about this Maya and find the real girl behind this nameplate.
He took a picture of the nameplate and sent it to someone, then made a call.
As soon as the call connected, Arman said, "Biraat! Any updates on Maisha?"
Biraat sighed deeply and replied, "No, sir. How can we find someone with just a first name? We've already shown you photos of girls named Maisha who were around 10–12 years old back then. You said none of them were her. We even had sketches drawn based on your description, but since your memory was unclear, the sketch wasn't accurate. What more can we do?"
Arman: "No worries now, Biraat. I've sent you a big clue. Check your phone."
Biraat opened the message on his phone and said, "Sir, this looks like a school nameplate. Name: Maisha Talukdar. Wait—so this is from the same Maisha you've been looking for? Her school uniform nameplate? Wow, great! This makes things much easier."
Arman: "Exactly! First, find this school. Then go there and start searching for Maisha."
To Be Continued..