Something I Never Told You

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A romance narrative framed as a confessional writing session at 3 a.m., shifting from the present aftermath of a breakup to vivid memories through small physical mementos. The narrator clings to lost love—songs, objects, empty rooms, nightmares—while wrestling with guilt, longing, and the fear of becoming insignificant in the beloved’s world.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

FormatPDF

Pages194

Reading Time4 h 59 min

AccessFree to download

SHRAVYA BHINDER Something I Never Told You PENGUIN BOOKS PENGUIN METRO READS SOMETHING I NEVER TOLD YOU Shravya loves to find hidden stories around her and write novels about them. Formerly a corporate employee, she managed to flee the madness after a few years of boredom to become a full-time writer. She is a sucker for romance and strives to pen down exciting stories. When she is not reading and writing, she is out enjoying nature, playing with her dogs or cooking for her family. She lives in Melbourne with her family, in a house with a barren backyard and a lifetime’s collection of books. To life, love and everything magical! PROLOGUE It is 3 a.m. I am wide awake, staring at my computer screen with my palms resting on the keyboard. Earlier that evening, I had finally made aresolution and decided to act on it the very next day. But after tossing and turning in my lonely bed for a couple of hours, I chose to start writing this book right away. Now I am sitting at my desk next to my bed, and I am trying hard to think of the point where it all began. When I was not thinking of writing the book, this story was all that I could think of, all that I could imagine and dream about. And now it is all gone as if those memories never existed, as ifall of it had never happened. With a blank mind, I hear the only noise in the room: the sound of stillness. My first task is to try and put my finger on the starting point of our story. After spending more than a few hours and struggling to determine the beginning—the time when it all started—it struck me. There never was a starting point after all! Slowly, I begin to type, and gradually my speed picks up. I have only one purpose; that is, to be able to do justice to our love story which, like most love stories, is woven beautifully with delicate threads of love, desire, intimacy, fear, possessiveness, assurance, longing and unexpected events. So I begin . . . THE PRESENT Sometimes I still find the odd strand of your hair in my room, but more often clinging to my clothes as a reminder of our time together. The earring that you had lost one rainy night after it was entangled in the button of my shirt, I found it yesterday under my bed, a little twisted because of all the force you had put in trying to get away from me, in vain. The pair of white teddy bears that you had got for me after our last fight still sits on my study table, blaming me for what I had done. Almost every day I find these memories of yours, lost in my room, scattered around me like a web that won’t let me come out of the past. Not that I want to, I am happier living caved under these beautiful memories than face the ugly present. These random things that I find everywhere transport me back into our once beautiful and perfect world—the world before we started fighting, the world before I started ignoring you, the world before I stopped saying, ‘I love you’, the world before ego crawled between us, and our world bef

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