Ten years. Feels like a millennium. The longing; agonising. Love, as boundless as the universe. Hate- more intense than love. You'll read this tragic story of betrayal and move on, but this is real. The pain is real. I used to believe in real life fairytales. But my faith was shattered. My name is Taara and I'll tell you my story.
Shayan and I shared a unique bond. We fell in love when we were 17. It took us one year. But we never talked in that time. We didn't text, or chat. or write letters or look at each other. We sat across each other in the school cafeteria, defying the magnetic pull to fall into each other's arms. We wrote stories.
The first time I wrote a story during lunch and scrunched the sheet up, he picked it up, read it and continued my story on a sheet of his own, then scrunched it up for me to pick up later. And thus, together, we began writing a story about a prince and a princess and their adventures. I wrote one part then he wrote one part. With each scrunched up sheet I eagerly picked up, I discovered more and more about him, until I knew him like I knew my skin. We poured all our dreams, hopes and fears into our story. The Prince and princess weren't the perfect couple. They fought, they were torn apart and sometimes had to trust each other to make it through. Before we ended our story, Shayan had to leave. We both cried and said we loved each other. We made promises to get back together.
I was so stupid. I waited for six years, then got engaged to my cousin who loves me. I still kept those wrinkled pages. Pages he's touched and written on. Ten years later, the book "Golden Promises" written by Shayan Akhtar became the bestseller. I hoped it wasn't him because our story was in there...and he gave the prince and princess a happy ending. He dedicated it to "my one and only love, my Najma." I broke when I saw his face in an interview, how he trashed our pure love like that.
It hurt too much. I sued him, using those once treasured pages as evidence. On live TV, I told my part of the story and shamed him. But that's not why I hate myself more than I love him. I found a scrunched up paper on my doorstep today. This was written on it-
You should have known. You were lost. I wrote the story because it was the only way to find you. I thought you knew me. Remember when everyone told the princess that her prince betrayed her? Remember what she did? She didn't believe them. She fought with him. Najma is a special star. You were my special star, my taara. Now I realise you're not my princess. She would have had faith in me. You betrayed yourself. You're the reason fairy tales aren't true.
You will never find me again,
Please spread the message and let Shayan know I'm sorry. I broke my engagement but I hope it's not too late.#FindShayan #ILoveShayan #FairytalesAreTrue #ShayanPleaseComeBack #TrueStory
P.S He didn't write her real name in the dedication because in the Asian society they lived in, she would have been subjected to a lot of scorn and ill treatment from her community and may have lost her respect due to that.
And, "taara" means star in Urdu and in Arabic, "Najma" is the name of a special star that shines most in the midst of many stars surrounding it.