NITYA

The cool night air brushed against my tear-streaked face as I clutched the butterfly necklace tightly in my hand. Its fragile wings, worn smooth over the years, pressed into my palm, grounding me in a sea of emotions. This necklace was more than just a piece of jewellery—it was him. It was the promise he gave me all those years ago. Tears streamed down my cheeks, soaking the fabric of my dress, but I barely noticed. Each drop carried the weight of my soul that says only one thing—I loved him.