An Awkward Act

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TRISHA!!!!! TRISHA!!!! TRISHA!!!!
WAKE UP.!!!
TRISHA!!!
SEE WHAT HAPPENED..
TRIIIII!!!
WAKE UP YOU SLEEPY HOG!!

T:What the hell? It's freaking 2 am.

D: I know!!! But can you blame me?? See what happened?

T: aaa.. let me guess. Darshan posted something saying good things about his precious blue fam right? That's why you are sooo happy in the middle of the night.

D: I wish, he should post something but... that's not what I meant...

T: then what?

D: Hawa banke reached 100 million.

T: oooo.. that's great. Congratulations. Now.. can I go back to sleep because I have an interview as well as date. So, if you excuse me.

D: seriously Tri... You are not even excited. Uggghh.. you are pathetic.

__TRISHA__
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You were the pathetic one.
I whispered this to me while I was waiting for the one who should have arrived by now.

Me--" what time is it ?"

Veer--" It's almost 10."

I sighed out breathe. Watching men and women who were drooling over their opposites. The strong smell of alcohol overlapped my own perfume also it reminded me that I am engaged with a beasty husband who used to smell like this often.
So much for love huh.!!
I smirked at myself.

Veer--"Can I ask you something?"

I nodded. He is the only one who is being very sweet to me.

Veer--"Disha...Who is she?"

I kept my silence, didn't even know what should I answer.

Veer--"You were like crying while uttering her name! You might not realized but, I wiped your tears on the plane when you were dreaming about her.  "

Me--"Wow.. I .. I didn't know..
.
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She is.... Ummm.. She is someone I want to forget... Someone who left me behind when I needed her the most. I hate her".

Veer chuckled.

Me--"What?"

V--"Nothing".

Me--"No.. there is something.. What?"

V--"You said you hate her yet you cried because of her.  "

I did shut my mouth but then...

Me--"that's why I want to forget her".

Breaking our not-so important conversation, I saw a man in Black leather jacket with pair of black jeans wearing a beanie,
The Darshan Raval entered in.
As I saw him, my breathe literally chocked me out of nervousness.

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