An Open Letter to My So-Called Former Lover

Remember the time you wanted me to be more assertive?
To shed my shy, "love-filled" self and step into some version of a hardened reality you had scripted?
I bet you thought you’d broken me, that your indifference and cruelty would leave me too damaged to fight back.

Well, here’s the reality you never anticipated.

You want me to spare your unborn child?
A soul that doesn’t even exist—what a wild, twisted thought.
But I’m too "evil" and "vile" for that, right?
Tell me, did you even consider any of that while you were laughing at my pain?
When I was screaming inside, you were off fantasizing about two naked women,
Leaving me with a burden you yourself couldn't face,
And risking my health without a single care—
But then you wanted to burn the hospital down when your father died.

I felt bad for you. Because you only have one father—not a set of two.
But how dare you reduce everything to "what love"
When you, the one who slept around freely, dare to act like it didn’t matter?
I wasn’t looking for a fling; I was building a home, a life, a future.
I never treated you like a blank cheque,
But apparently, you were too shallow to see that.

So before you ask me what I’ve "become,"
Why don’t you tell everyone what you’ve done?

“MOM JAISI"—LOL.
You didn’t just reject me; you killed all of me, piece by piece.
And no, this isn't about rejection. It never was.
It’s about betrayal. It’s about deception.
It’s about the very soul of me that you thought you could crush and twist and manipulate.

But guess what? I’m still here.
Still stronger than you ever expected.
And this letter—this truth—is something you can’t run away from.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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