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Broken hearted

@Moodygirl-_- this chapter is dedicated to you.

Zara

"Anmay, just listen to me, just this once, please," I literally begged him. I know I shouldn't be the one who begs here. It is not even my fault. I did nothing when he puts all the blame on me. I know that he has a reason for that but I really wished that he would hear me out and believe me. By now he should have realized that I am not that type of a girl who would leak all such personal things and if ever I did, I wouldn't try covering it up for me. I have never lied to him and I don't even find a reason to do so.

"I don't want you to call me up. I have told you this numerous times now. Why don't you understand that I don't want you to call me up again and again. Stop interrupting in my life," he yelled.

A tear makes its way out of my eye. "I swear... It wasn't me."

"Then who was it, Zara? Who knows it except for us? Anusha, herself, told me all of it. She also mentioned how you disclosed about it so easily in front of your colleagues . Also that you cracked shitty jokes on me without any second thought. I thought you loved me. I thought we had something. You just proved that you are a bitch, that's all. Anusha was right about you all along!"

"Anusha 'bitch' Khanna is lying! I did not meet her at all," I was speaking when he cut me off.

"Don't you dare give her names. She's the only friend I'm left with. Thanks to you; People only laugh at me !"'

"Come on, Anmay, you know that I won't do it. I have not done this. I swear I haven't," I said repeatedly hoping that he would agree with me without any further arguments.

"I really wish I could believe you," he said with a sigh.

"You can. You know that I wont betray you," I bit my lower lip.

"Well, you did it once, I'm not going to let it happen again," he said and hung up the call in my face which is like the hundredth time he has done so far. It could have been a bigger number had he picked up the rest of my calls.

No matter how many times I try to move on, I cant. I love him too much for that. Can't he see that I am nothing without him? That I just cant function without him? That he is my other half? The other 'good' half without which I am not me?

I rest my back against the chair and let the tears flow silently. I am still defending Anmay in mind since I know that he still loves me and wants me as much as I want him, but he is just hurt and he needs time to recover. Well, I'm ready to give him as much time as he wants provided he stays away from the Bitch, with a capital 'B'.

That boyfriend-stealer has had an eye on my guy since our old school days even when she was dating the school's most popular guy. Anmay didn't really like her then but he still managed to offer her friendship which she is benefiting herself with today. She is playing twisted games with my guy and I can't let it happen.

Above all I just don't know how the hell she got to know about us. I had never told this to anyone but my girlfriends. They deserve to know it. I mean, I've known all their crappy stories which they would never tell anyone else. We all are more like soul-sisters. A non-blood-related family. And what is disclosed in a family, stays in a family. And I wouldn't doubt  on my girlfriends back-bitching about me; not in a million years.

My thoughts are interrupted by a phone call. I wipe off the tears and take a deep breath before picking up the phone. Momentarily I had forgotten that this is my office. "Hello, this is Zara Shah speaking, how may I help you," I spoke the way I was taught by the senior employees in my training days.

"It's dad calling, chill," he says in his usual relaxed way.

"Sup dad," I ask. I find it really funny when my dad calls me up on my office land-line sitting right in the next cabin.

"Nothing kid. Just checking on you."

"I'm fine," I give him the worlds biggest lie.

"And how do you find your job?"

"Well, being the daughter of the owner has its own pros and cons, yet I love it really," I answer.

He laughs at my honesty. "Don't forget that you earned it. You went through the same process as every intern has."

"But somehow I had to end up here," I reminded him.

"Of course. You're the heir to my empire. After all, I don't think your brother is interested."

"True that," I gave a sigh.

"Hey, is everything okay," he says as if he knew something was wrong. Before I form my answer in my head I hear a beep on my phone. that's a notification from some app. "Honey, are you okay?"

I take the phone in my hand and do the pattern to unlock it. "Yes dad. Everything is fine."

"Are you sure. I mean, I can come in your cabin and find out the truth by merely looking at your face but I don't want to interfere in your issues so, if there is something that I should be aware of, you need to tell it to me yourself."

It is a message on Whatsapp. Oh! it's Vicky.

"No dad, everything is just fine. And hey, can I talk to you later, I've got a message to reply?"

"Your friends?"

"Best friends," I replied. I hear him chuckle as he hangs up the call.

She had posted a picture of her in an airplane. Jeez, she's moving to Bangalore?! This is insane. She told us that her office was in the process of being built but I never thought it would be so soon. She hadn't even updated us on it. Wow! I mean, I am just speechless. She finally made her dreams come true.

I am so happy for her. In fact, I am happy for all of my girls. They all are in the perfect phases of life. All with roses and sunshine. I guess, I am the only one stuck up in this ditch. It sucks really that all my friends have a sorted life whereas I am here with a heartbreak. Plus I know I tell everything to them, but I don't think I am ready to tell them about my breakup. I just don't think I am ready. I have never really felt so bad before. It makes me so unstable, like I just want to do something, anything, because it keeps my mind off him. It helps me live a day normally, without him.

Are heartbreaks this bad? Or is it just me?