With Love, From Myself

She herself had started to believe the lie

It was February, that month of the year Akriti dreaded the most. Not dreaded, actually over the years, the dread had moved on to hate now. World over, it is called the ‘Season of Love’, when couples profess undying love for each other, exchange gifts, and do everything romantic under the sky.

Yes, she agreed and knew that it was all mostly clichéd because their idea of romance was based on movies and books. But it was enough to irritate…