The first time I saw her, I fell in love with her. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

‘I know you will push it off as infatuation or a crush, but deep within my heart, something says that I love you so much’ I approached her and told her.

Two years from then, we are a married couple. The best thing I could have ever asked God and my dream come true. Camilla and I were married for more than a year.

‘Why do you love me so much’, she asked me and I replied promptly, ‘why do you think I love you so much… you are a psychopath belonging to an obnoxious sect of cockroaches ….

The next moment she picked up a pan and flung it towards me. ‘Chill down baby.. chill down.. just kiddin..’ and I went and held her by her waist prone and lifted her up in the air. And she tried to free herself by wriggling her body.

‘Hey don’t just wriggle like that baby, I can feel some soft parts touch me…’ and I chuckled. ‘You are a rogue.. you know that’, she said. And I burst into peals of laughter.

All was fine until one day squabbles crept in between her and me. Yes, it’s her and me, not us anymore. ‘You are intolerable’, I shouted at her, ‘You are suspicious of me, you just don’t heed to me, when I say something that’s good for you….’

‘Just shut up and get the heck out of here. I loved you so much that I left my parents for you… my mistake’ and she started sobbing. ‘Ok, calm down… I am sorry’ I said even as I tried to wipe her tears. ‘Don’t touch… just get out from here and leave me alone for sometime… please…’ she screamed even as tears cascaded down her rosy cheeks.

‘You made me cry, you will pay for it…. I hate you…. Hate you…’ she shouted even as she ran into the bedroom and ‘thud’, she closed the door behind her. ‘I said I am sorry, I won’t shout at you again. For the sake of our love, please open the door. Today, you remember is Valentine’s Day, the first day when I proposed you’

And I could hear nothing other than sobs. I sat on the sofa watching TV, a match between Chelsea and Manchester United, when I heard a bolt sound and the door opened. She came running still in tears and came from my behind and started to hit me. ‘Hey stop it, please…’ even as I was laughing. ‘Me sitting and crying in the room and you enjoying here…’ she was angry. I just held her hands and I slowly closed onto her.

‘What are you gonna do…’ she asked me softly even as my lips locked hers and I wished her ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ and she hugged me. ‘I love you so much…’ she said.

I knew a kiss and a hug would always do the rescue act. But today it’s something different. It all started as a trifle and she was so pissed with me as usual.

‘You aren’t the right person for me’, she said ‘And I made a grave mistake by marrying you. You are always worried about your own self, you are a self-conceited brat…’ and her list of phrases defining me went listless. And my temper, why should I hold it back. She’s a girl and she should be subdued. She’s immature and for each and every trifle matters she raises her voice. How much can I take it, I have done so much for her… and all these thoughts ran through my mind. For the first ever time, I raised my hand and I slapped her.

‘One of us has to control our temper, or things like this are bound to happen. You have never understood me ever in the time we spent together. My mistake that I have lived all these days with someone like you’ I shouted at her and left the place after taking my car keys.

Thinking how badly I behaved with her, I felt so sorry for her. But male chauvinistic ego, it won’t let me down. Let her suffer for a day, when she will know, I told myself even as I drove for about 70 miles off home.

After some time I received an SMS from her saying that she doesn’t want to live anymore. She has devoted her entire life to me only to know that I wasn’t interested in her. She felt sorry for using such words on me. And ended the message with an ‘I love you’I immediately reversed my car and started to drive fast in the direction of my home. I called her on the mobile and she picked the call.

‘I have already taken poison, and I am not going to live for a long time. If I have done anything wrong, I am sorry. I know that you never had peace in life because of me. I am killing myself not out of anger towards you, but with the hate towards myself. I am sorry that I haven’t been a good wife to a nice guy like you….’, she said with her fading voice.

‘Please don’t this to me, please…. I am not angry with you… I love you the same way as I always did… Just that I couldn’t control my anger at one point…. Please don’t leave me and go.. please….’

Even as I heard the voice from the other end say, ‘I love you…’ with great difficulty and pain. That was the last I heard from her. I was in tears wiping them and driving fast when I suddenly saw a lorry in the opposite direction and my car bumped into it at breakneck speed….

P.S.This story could have happened to either of the sexes. Falling in love isn’t the final destination, but sustaining it for a life time is. At least their woes would have ended if both were dead. But her husband had called up his friend asking him to rush Camilla to the hospital and saving her in the nick of time. Camilla lost some one who loves her so much and whom she loves so much because of indifferences. Please, you don’t make the same mistake. Happy Valentine’s Day.