Creep: A Story of Love Beyond Time

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As I open my eyes and look at this handsome man staring right at me. All I could say was the word ‘Creep’. We always used to call each other creep when one of us would stare for too long. It was some kind of inside joke that we cherished for years.

We both busted out laughing, breaking the tension in the room. I get up from bed, feeling a mixture of excitement and love, and embrace the man I have loved all these years. In his arms, I find solace and a sense of belonging that words cannot describe. I just hug him tight and try to forget myself in his arms while he affectionately holds me closer. The warmth and safety I feel with him grow stronger with each passing year. Believe me, when you have been in a long-distance relationship for too long, you get to know the importance of every second and in those very few seconds, you try to watch the lovely face of your partner for as long as you can.

We have known each other for years. Had a wonderful long-distance relationship and now it is finally time that we come closer and start living together.

Parth, the man I love, proposed to me just last night, making me his fiancé. I am ready to make a lifelong commitment to him.

As Parth leaves the room to get me breakfast, my mind begins to wander. Today, we plan to announce our engagement to our families, and I ponder over what to wear for this special occasion. It’s a significant step towards building the life we have dreamed of together—a life filled with love, stability, and the joy of starting a family.

But there’s something more to Parth’s presence in my city.

Well, can you keep a secret? You certainly have to if you are dating an undercover agent. Even I couldn’t believe him at first, thinking it must be some sort of elaborate prank but it wasn’t and soon I accepted the reality.

He is an undercover agent, and this is his final mission. We have waited long for this moment when he can complete his assignment and we can finally build a life together. The secrecy and uncertainty of his work have tested our relationship, but our love has only grown stronger. It is just the perfect time to start our small sweet family life.

I always knew he was going to propose to me to get married, I just didn’t know how it was going to happen or when. I knew that we would stay together for a long time and we were quite sure that no outsider would ruin our relationship. Sometimes you just need to trust the foundations of your relationship, if it is strong enough then it will certainly end up giving you your happily ever after.

Yesterday evening, as I was preparing dinner, a small box arrived at my door. There were no clues about who would have sent it. Inside, I found a photo of a house we had always dreamed of making our own—a place where our love story began. It was a symbol of the future we envisioned. We have been planning to buy it for a long time and made a pact that we would purchase it the moment we know the time to get married is close.

On the back of the photo, a heartfelt message said, ‘So, it’s finally ours. Ready to step into our dream house as my wife?’

Filled with excitement, I shouted a resounding “Yes.”

In a twist of fate, right after that exhilarating moment, Parth surprises me at the door, ring in hand, and he goes down on one knee to propose formally. Overwhelmed with joy, I accept without hesitation. We share a passionate kiss, marking the beginning of an extraordinary chapter in our lives.

‘Will you marry me?’ – says Parth with a surety that he knows my answer.

‘Yesssssss, a big yes.’

Throughout the evening, we reminisce about our journey as high school sweethearts. I recall the day Parth first noticed me and how he secretly followed me until he regained his senses upon entering my class. We cherish the small, romantic gestures we shared, like leaving the door slightly ajar so we could catch a glimpse of each other from our different classrooms. We had such great memories. Days worth treasuring.

I also remember one day that we were travelling on a bus and I felt sleepy. A few minutes later I dozed off. When I woke up, I saw Parth staring at me sweetly, I wanted him to keep doing that forever. At that moment, I playfully called him a “creep,” and it became an inside joke between us, a way to express our intimate connection.

There is a lot to say and a lot to feel happy about. We were together just for 2 years and then started our phase of a long-distance relationship. We were so crazy about this relationship that we used to email each other to have a conversation when we didn’t have any other medium. It was hard but totally worth the effort.

We did establish great communication and lots of trust which kept us close. We kept loving each other and facing all sorts of trouble, even when we were apart, we stayed strong. Parth was my backbone and I stayed as his hope. 12 years of relationship is finally going to be official. We are finally getting married.

Last night was the most peaceful night of my life knowing that I was finally in his arms, safe and secure. It was like I won a trophy and never wanted to let go of it.

As soon as he returns with breakfast, we eat together, making weird promises about who would be in charge of what duties after marriage and all sorts of stuff.

The biggest promise we made to each other was that after marriage no matter how big of an opportunity we get, we won’t leave each other for long distances again. We have had enough of these distances already.

We sit down calmly and first I call up my parents. They instantly pick up and I let them know about my decision, they are super happy about it. They feel like I chose the right person and they could sense my happiness and now they want us to return as soon as possible so that we can get on with the wedding planning.

Our next task was to call Parth’s parents, they kind of knew already that we both are dating and were happy about it. When we called them and told them it was official, his parents started making a list of stuff they have to do for the wedding and who they have to inform about the great news.

Everything was falling right into place and after his last mission, we were prepared to step into a new phase of life. A life where we will constantly hold on to each other. Both literally and emotionally.

He was supposed to work undercover and the assignment was in my city. What the assignment was, I couldn’t say because it’s confidential. I feared for a second, worried about his life. I mean he has been in so many missions that this one is like a child’s play. But still, the fear stays strong until your partner returns home safely.

He got ready and marched his way to the desired destination, this time he told me where he would be unlike other times when it’s super confidential. I bid him goodbye and asked him to come straight home when he is finished.

He kisses me and says, ‘No more time apart from my to-be wife.’ Then he leaves.

I am now alone at home just looking at my laptop to work on another one of my stories. I think I didn’t tell you all. I am a writer and one factor that made Parth fall in love with me was my writing. He would always be the first one to know what I wrote like he would be the first one to hear my wedding vows.

I try to focus on my story and two hours have passed by in writing a few pages. I wouldn’t have stopped so soon if it wasn’t for the uneasy feeling I started experiencing. I get up from my desk and run to drink some water so that I could at least calm down.

There is this weird kind of fear building up inside me and I don’t know the reason for it. Suddenly I am scared of everything.

I am scared for Parth.

With just his thought in mind, overwhelmed by worry, I leave my house and rush to the location where Parth is working. I know it’s not allowed but right now all I want to do is see him and know for sure that he is alright. I can’t describe this feeling, there is just so much going on right now. I feel like I am about to lose something special. I have to check on Parth and make sure he is not in any danger.

I almost jumped out of the cab before it even stopped, I was in so much hurry. I pay the driver quickly and run towards the bridge. As I start to make sense of the surroundings and people around me, I hear 3 gunshots from far away.

I gather all my strength and run towards the place. It is right in front of me and yet far away. On the way, I hear 6 more gunshots. Trust me the fear in my heart just increased by a tremendous amount.

When I finally reach the place, there is blood everywhere, covering the entire ground. I see a little further and there he is. Parth is covered in blood and wounded by 9 gunshots. Just lying there on the ground looking up at the sky which wasn’t beautiful anymore.

I rush to his side, cradling his head in my lap. Despite the pain, he manages to smile, assuring me that everything will be okay. Desperate, I call for an ambulance, but deep down, I know his injuries are too severe. Hope flickers within me, but reality sets in—I am about to lose the love of my life.

Parth tries to comfort me, telling me not to worry, even as his life slips away. His touch is still warm as he wipes away my tears with his bloodied hand.

‘Hey don’t worry. I am calling the ambulance; you are going to be all right. Nothing to worry about, just hold on a little longer.’ – I said with extreme fear.

Hope is such a wrong thing sometimes. I knew the wounds were not going to let me win this time. I knew he wouldn’t be coming home, to our home. I knew that all that I had with him would end this very moment and still, I kept hoping for some miracle to happen. Something that would return my love to me again.

‘Shhhh, shhhhh. Calm down, honey. See I am all right. I am here right now with you. Look at me.’ – replied Parth.

‘No, you are not fine. You can’t do this to me now. You can’t leave.’

‘Come here, let me see you properly.’ He wipes my tears with his bloody hands and strokes my hair to the back of my ear.

I just can’t stop crying. I can’t hold my emotions anymore while he still keeps talking.

‘Let me just see you properly. Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life? Come here, come closer, honey. Let me see you properly.’ – said Parth in a really weak voice this time.

At that very moment, all I could say was, ‘Creep.’ Appreciating the bittersweet connection, we had.

‘Hahahaha’. – Parth smiled.

As I held Parth in my arms, his life slipping away, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of overwhelming grief and gratitude for the time we had together. I whispered soothing words, trying to keep him calm, but deep down, I knew there was nothing I could do to save him. Time seemed to stand still as we shared those final moments together.

I am at least happy that I made him smile in his last moments. I would never forget that day, never forget the man I loved and never forget the small memories we treasured.

The spark in his eyes and his magical smile has never failed to win my heart. I could just write chapters about his presence, but unfortunately, I am not that good of a writer.

I have not only found true love in him, but I have also found the reason for my existence. Although I may not be able to capture the depth of our love in words, but his love and passion will stay with me for the rest of my life. I will treasure his memory for as long as I can remember.

My name is Kavya and this is my story wrapped with love, affection, pain, tears and everything in between. For in the end, our love story was not one of tragedy and loss, but a testament to the enduring power of love and the strength it gives us to overcome even the darkest of times.