From Here On [Virat Kohli Fanfiction]

Chapter 38

Virat's POV
I woke up with my body tangled with hers. As I took her innocent face in, the guilt started to sink in. This is all my fault. Fuck. I can't be with her again. We haven't found those blackmailers and god knows when she's under threats again. I can't leave her like this now...shit. There was only one way out, but it killed me to even think about how she would feel....Fuck.

Zara's POV
My eyes fluttered open as I took in my surroundings. Smiling, I turned around in bed, expecting to see Virat, but I was met with cold, empty bed sheet. Huh? Maybe he was in the bathroom. I turned and stretched in bed. Flashes from last night ran through my mind. His touch, his kisses, his intensity...maybe he wanted us to work this time. Maybe we do have a future..I smiled at the thought and got out of bed. Walking toward the bathroom, I frowned when I saw the door open and no Virat in there. I walked to the kitchen, and he wasn't there. What? Did he go out? I went back to my room again to find my phone and call him to ask when I noticed a yellow sticky note on my bedside table.
Thanks for last night but we can't be together. Please don't try to contact me.
It felt like I was slapped. I felt as though I was some kind of whore, and I had provided him a good night's fuck. He was done and he'd left. That's exactly what it was to him. This hurt more than anything. I was robbed off the mere thought of him having any kind of respect for me. I let this happen. I did this to myself. I let him in again. He used me. He used me like a rag doll at his pleasure and left. How could I be so stupid? I thought it was love. I thought maybe after a year long relationship he'd have a minimal amount of respect or love for me. How wrong was I? I didn't cry that day. No. Not a single tear. I ripped off those bedsheets and threw them away. I washed myself in the shower. I scrubbed myself clean to the point where my skin turned red and it hurt. I didn't want to feel his touch on me anymore. I felt dirty. I wanted him out of my body. I sat in the shower and tried and tried and tried... he didn't go away. I can't clean him off my heart. And that's what fucking hurt the most.
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aw. I feel bad now.
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