Your promises is just like you … Worthless

In the beginning, it was a love story full of hope, dreams, and the kind of promises that young lovers make when the world feels theirs to conquer. Arjun had found a light in Meera, a beacon of warmth and understanding. She was everything he wanted—a patient heart, a caring soul, and the gentlest smile that made his heart race every time. When he married her, he looked into her eyes and vowed that he would never become his father, a man who had torn apart their family with cruelty and neglect.

"I will never hurt you," Arjun had said on their wedding night, holding her hand tightly. "I will never be like him."

Meera believed him with all her heart. Arjun's words, his promises, had felt like a shield, protecting them from a future that mirrored his painful past. They built a life together, one filled with laughter, tender moments, and eventually, a beautiful son named Aarav, whose arrival added even more love to their world.

But life, as it often does, began to shift. Arjun’s career became more demanding, his ambitions consuming his every thought. What had once been a joyful home turned into a quiet, lonely space for Meera. She watched as Arjun became a man obsessed with his work, leaving early in the morning and coming home long after Aarav had gone to bed. He no longer spoke to her with affection, no longer saw her when she was hurting. The intimacy they had once shared vanished into the background, replaced by his loyalty to his job and the growing distance between them.

Meera tried to hold on, believing that this phase would pass. But it didn’t. She would fall ill, wracked by fever, and still, Arjun wouldn’t notice. He would step over her exhaustion and weakness, barely acknowledging her existence, as if her pain was invisible to him. Aarav would bring her water, try to help as much as a ten-year-old could, while Arjun remained absent—not just physically, but emotionally, too.

Her heart broke a little more each day, especially because Meera could see the man she had once known slipping further and further away. He had become the very person he had promised never to be—cold, distant, and selfish. Like his father before him, Arjun had begun to hurt his family in more ways than one. His words grew sharp, his temper short. And though he never meant to, he started hurting them physically too, in those moments of frustration, those moments when work pressures seemed to drown him.

Meera tried to reach out to him, tried to understand what had gone wrong. "We can fix this," she’d say softly, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. "We can still save us, Arjun. You’re not your father."

But each time, Arjun would dismiss her concerns, burying himself deeper into the walls of silence he had built around himself. His promises of protection and love had turned hollow.

Years passed in a blur of growing distance and mounting pain. Meera felt as though she was living with a stranger, a ghost of the man she once loved. And then, one day, the truth shattered the fragile remnants of their marriage.

Meera discovered that Arjun was having an affair.

It started with small suspicions—late nights that couldn’t be explained, phone calls that were suddenly silenced when she walked into the room, the lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume on his clothes. But when she found the messages—intimate, secretive messages exchanged with another woman—Meera’s world crumbled.

Her heart pounded as she confronted him one evening, her voice trembling with both anger and sorrow. "Why, Arjun?" she asked, her eyes filled with tears. "Why did you do this to me? To us?"

But instead of anger or denial, Arjun said nothing. He stood there, cold and distant, his silence deafening. He didn’t try to explain, didn’t offer any excuses or apologies. The man who had once vowed to protect her, to love her above all else, had now become someone she didn’t recognize. His silence cut deeper than any words could.

Meera’s heart broke that night in a way she had never imagined possible. She had clung to the hope that they could find a way back to each other, that the man she loved still existed somewhere inside him. But his silence told her everything she needed to know. He had given up on them—on their marriage, on their family.

A few days later, without a word of goodbye, Arjun left. He walked out the door, abandoning both Meera and Aarav. The life they had built together, the promises they had once cherished, were now nothing more than dust in the wind. Meera reached out to his family, hoping they might help—hoping that, at the very least, they would care about their grandson. But her calls went unanswered. His family, much like Arjun, seemed to have turned their backs on them. Aarav was forgotten, as if he had never been a part of their lives at all.

And so, Meera found herself standing alone, broken but still standing. She realized that Arjun had become exactly what he had sworn he wouldn’t—a man who had destroyed his family, just like his father before him. There was no difference between them. The cycle of pain and neglect had repeated itself, and Meera had been caught in the storm of broken promises.

After months of silence and loneliness, Meera made the hardest decision of her life. She filed for divorce, knowing that it was the only way to free herself and her son from the chains of a love that no longer existed. She decided to leave the past behind, to let go of the man who had once meant everything to her but who had now become a painful reminder of broken dreams and shattered vows.

Arjun, too, had gone his own way, retreating into his career and his new life, never looking back at the family he had left behind. He had become the man he once despised, the very person he had promised Meera he would never be.

In the end, the promises that had once bound them together had proved to be worthless, mere words lost in the wake of betrayal and heartbreak. And as Meera and Aarav began their journey alone, they carried with them the painful lessons of a love that had been destroyed—not by time, but by the choices of a man who couldn’t escape his past.

The echoes of those broken promises lingered in the silence of their now-empty home, but Meera knew that they could no longer define her. She had survived. And in that survival, she found a strength she never knew she had—a strength that would carry her forward, away from the shadows of Arjun’s betrayal, and into a future she would build for herself and her son, free from the weight of his mistakes.