An Incomplete Chapter That Never Truly Ended

 

My Story With Mrinal

By Vipin Sharma — Zenith Wellness Journal

Introduction

This is not a story written for sympathy.

It is written to record what happened.

This is my story with Mrinal—how it began, how it continued, how it ended, and what stayed with me after everything stopped.

2018 — Solan, University

In 2018, during university in Solan, I sent Mrinal an Instagram request.

She accepted it.

Later, I asked her for her contact number.

She refused.

After some time, a classroom WhatsApp group was created.

That is how I got her number.

She said to me, “You passed the exam and got my contact.”

That was the beginning.

Time Together

We started spending time together in the library, mostly studying.

Slowly:

• conversations increased
• time together increased
• emotional closeness increased

The first kiss was initiated by her.

After that, everything moved forward.

I believed she was the only love of my life.

I trusted her completely.

What I Was Not Told

At that time, I was not told that she already had a boyfriend.

The name Abhishek was hidden from me.

I asked her many times where our relationship was going.

I never received a clear answer.

I stayed because I believed her.

When the Truth Came Out

Later, I found out that she had already decided to be with Abhishek.

That truth affected me deeply.

I went through a very bad phase in my life—mentally and emotionally.

During that time, I turned to alcohol and drugs.

Because of family pressure and my unstable condition, I got married early.

Even after marriage, Mrinal stayed in my heart.

Continued Contact

We continued talking on and off for years.

Conversations never fully stopped.

Emotions remained.

Nothing ever felt complete.

When Her Marriage Came Near

When her marriage came close, everything changed.

She blocked me.

When she spoke to me for the last time, her words were harsh and final.

She told me clearly that she did not want to talk anymore because she was going to marry Abhishek.

That was the end of our communication.

My Last Message to Mrinal (Meaning Preserved)

In my final message to Mrinal, I told her:

• I had already spoken to Abhishek
• this was my last message
• I was leaving behind her and our incomplete story
• I had cried a lot and had no one to explain my pain to
• I accepted that I could not win
• I accepted that her life was moving forward
• I had no complaint against Abhishek
• I removed myself completely from her life
• I would not change my number or email
• if she ever needed help and contacted me, I would respond

That was the last message I sent her.

Conversation With Abhishek

After that, I spoke once with Abhishek.

The conversation was calm and respectful.

There was:

• no argument
• no abuse
• no threats

I told him clearly that I had no complaint against him.

He responded respectfully.

That conversation ended there.

Illness and Reality

Over time, emotional stress and habits took a physical form.

I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease, a chronic condition that changes how you live and how you see the future.

Doctors explained that this illness is unpredictable.

It becomes part of everyday life.

Living with a chronic disease changes how you understand time, relationships, and loss.

Looking Ahead

I don’t know what the coming years will bring for her.

Life moves forward.

Responsibilities grow.

Silence replaces conversations.

But memory does not disappear.

There will be moments—quiet moments—

when names return without invitation,

when choices replay themselves without warning.

Not as punishment.

Not as drama.

Just as remembrance.

What we do, what we hide, and why we choose certain paths stay somewhere inside us.

Time doesn’t judge—but it reminds.

Some people call it memory.

Some call it conscience.

Some call it karma.

Whatever the name, it arrives as understanding.

Ending

I don’t wait for explanations anymore.

I don’t expect apologies.

I don’t look for closure outside myself.

Mrinal chose her life.

Abhishek became part of that life.

And I stepped away.

This chapter ended without peace and without celebration—

but it ended.

What remains is the truth, exactly as it happened.

This is my story.

Nothing added.

Nothing hidden.

Finished.

Final Note

This blog is a personal record.

No screenshots are shared.

No accusations are made.

It documents one chapter of my life—

an incomplete chapter that continues to exist only as memory.