"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him.
He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?"
"You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We hav...
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"Ignore it," I whisper when Shreyan rings me for the hundredth time in the past two hours. He tried to meet me for the past week but I didn't give him any chance. I kept the doors and windows closed all the time.
Ishu sits beside me and caresses my hair, "What happened?"
I shake my head, "I feel low," I whisper.
"Is there anything you want to share with us, Avi?" Deva asks.
I curl more, bringing my folded legs to my chest, "Nothing."
"Stop lying, Avi," Ishu mumbles, "You seem off since the morning."
"I feel like love was never signed in my fate," I say, tears pricking down my eyes, "Every time I lost my heart to some guy, he crushed it mercilessly."
"Is it about Shreyan?"
"I heard you three arguing. His confessions. His lies. His want. His substitute issues," I confess bitterly.
"You love him?"
"Maybe," I wipe my jammed nose and look down, "He seemed like Annu. I loved the way he made me feel Annu. I loved how everything he did reflected Annu. I loved even the way his name comes out as Ann at the end."
"Attraction was always sizzling and so was the chemistry but every moment I had with him was always because of the reflection of Annu in him that drew me to him," I whisper, my heart pounding hard against my chest, "Annuwill never come back. Shreyanwill never have my heart again. Viaan will never have the right to lay his hand on me again."
I sit up and run my palm over my face, "It's time for me to move on from everything that happened. It's time for me to talk my heart out."
Deva and Ishu shadow a warm smile for me encouragingly.
My feet touch the cold floor and I walk to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror.
Sometimes I hate being attractive—Not that I am boasting about myself, I am most beautiful in the circle of friends I have—it made me a fucking toy for my opposite sex.
Back in college, guys snuck out of their classrooms to glance at me. At the hospitals of my master's course, the doctors with dark good looks——not more than Shreyan——had kissed my feet to accept them. Everyone had different motives and maybe attraction I guess was the major but I have never been drawn to anyone like I was to Shreyan who successfully proved to be the man I will despise the most.
I angrily pull off the bandage over my head and wash my face. I free my hair from the braid and let it flow.
I step out only to see Mom waiting for me. Her eyes gleam when she looks at me.
