WON ONE LOVE

-VISKULESH VISHWANATHAN

Preface:

We have witnessed countless couples drenching themselves in love, as if there were no tomorrow. They defy the world for their feelings, standing against barriers of caste, religion, race, and more. Stories of such love inspire us, yet the true strength of love is tested not by obstacles alone, but by time itself.

Can love endure beyond the passing of time? Can it triumph over the very force that erodes all things?

This story follows Mr.Ram, the protagonist, as his love stands face to face with time. Is it a won love—a love that conquers—or a one love—a love destined to remain unique but fleeting?

Travel with me through these pages to discover the answer.

— One Love

Written by

Viskulesh Vishwathan

Series: 1

Chapter 1

“Every day feels like a struggle in this offline world. Oh God, why do these problems come into my life like the stock market?” I muttered to myself as I entered my home.

All of a sudden, the telephone started ringing. With little interest, I picked it up.

“Hello, sir! Am I speaking to Nithesh?” asked a voice from the other end.

“Yes, this is Nithesh. May I know who’s speaking?”

“Sir, I am Jenny from GEM Multi-Speciality Hospital, Chennai. Do you know Mr. Ram?” the lady asked.

“Yes, of course. We are close friends,” I replied.

“Sir, I regret to inform you that he has met with an accident. We found your number in his contact book.”

My heart sank. “Oh no! I’m currently in Coimbatore. Please start the treatment immediately—I’ll reach Chennai as soon as I can.”

“Sir, we cannot initiate treatment without a guardian signing the consent papers,” Jenny explained.

“Fine, please mail me the documents. I’ll sign them digitally,” I said quickly.

“Okay, sir. We will do it shortly,” she replied before ending the call.

I immediately packed my luggage and booked a flight to Chennai.

“Driver… please start the car! We need to be at the airport within 45 minutes,” I shouted.

“Sure, sir,” the driver responded as the engine roared to life.

As the car sped through the streets, my mind was clouded with worry about Ram’s condition. He wasn’t just a friend; he was family to me. Our bond had begun a decade ago…

And just like that, my thoughts drifted back.

“Nithesh!… Nithesh!” my mother’s voice echoed from ten years ago.

To be continued…

( Meet you in the next series ❤️)

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