JUST a BODYGUARD

Tue, 19 Aug 2025 11:54:16 +0000

(indian setting)
Will he ever smile at me the way he smiles at her? Will he ever truly see me as his wife, his other half? I thought I meant something to him—something real. other half? I thought we shared something real, something irreplaceable. But now, standing before him, his eyes filled with contempt, I realize how wrong I was.

"You’re nothing but a fucking bodyguard to me ...hahaha you think you could fool me with you acting about my..and i actually thought you did care but ..no you are just a gold digger ...haha ..did you go to his bed too" he asked with a disgusted smirk.

I thought he trusted me. I thought I had his heart. But now, I see it—his eyes don’t see me at all. Only a means to an end.
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Will he ever see past the veil of lies and assumptions to find the truth? All I've ever done is love him—waiting, enduring, hoping. But in his eyes, I am nothing more than a source of frustration, a person he cannot understand. And now, the words I hear feel like daggers.

"I’m sure you wouldn’t have cared if it was any other man that night... instead of me," he spat, his voice filled with anger. "You probably wouldn’t have thought twice, would you? You’re just here for convenience. Just another person, nothing special, nothing worth my time." His words hit me harder than any slap, and I can feel my heart break with each syllable.

How did we get here? Why does he think so little of me?
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I’ve only known love through the pages of books—fairy tales, idealized moments, but never anything real. I never thought it could be more than a dream. But after marrying him, my heart races every time I look at him. His kindness, his gentle ways—they are everything I never believed love could be. His touch, his words, they feel like something out of a story, yet I can’t deny them. I never imagined love could feel this real, this... tender.

He doesn’t ask for anything in return, doesn’t judge me for the walls I’ve built around my heart. And for the first time, I’m starting to wonder... could this be love?

Can someone truly care for another without conditions? Can someone make you believe in what you’ve only ever read about? I don’t know yet, but he is showing me what love could be, slowly... and maybe, just maybe, I’m beginning to believe that it’s real.