Shruti's pov
I wake up with a heavy head . Shit i hope i hadn't did something stupid in drunken state .
Someone knock on my room door '
Come in ' i replied and a servant come knside with a lemondre .
Thanku ' i say nd she went not before giving me a soft smile .
Fuck shru how could you drink like a drunkard " i scold myself .
Haan ab bewada kee tarah piyogi toh yahi hoga na " he say coming inside my room without even knocking such a disciplined boy .
Tumne mujhe bewada kaha " i say angrily .
Oh sorry bewada nhi bewadi " he say nd laugh .
Shut up , here my head is paining like hell or tum " i yell at him .
Drink it " he say forwarding me the lemondre .
I will" i say holding it .
No drink it now " he say strenly.
Hlo i said na i will drink it , no one is at home so u dont need to act like u care for me " i say nd ik i m sounding rude .
Well i have to be we r behaving a lot nice now days .You know what you can never change , just go to hell " he say angrily nd left closing the door with a thud .
Fucker " i yelled and i know he might have heard it .
I drank the lemondre nd get up lazily to take shower .
What the fuck i m wearing " i say as i m wearing the same dress .
I checked my phone only to saw 38 calls of shek nd over 30 msg of abhigunn .
I quickly dialed his number nd keep it away from my ears .
Who the fuck you think of yourself " he shout from.other side angrily .
Shek " i say calmly nd i hear him breathing .
You ok " we both ask together and chuckle .
Tu aise kaise ja sakty hai shru " he ask .
Mtlb " i ask .
Mtlb , idiot tu akeli ghar kaise chali gayi " he say nd i got confused as i dont remember main ghar aayi kaise .
Shek main tujhse baad main baat krty hoon " i say nd disconnected the call .
Firstly i will takeva cold shower then baat krty sochu gi .
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Shubman's pov
I swear this girl can never change brat " i say looking outside my car . Ofc i m going to sara house for spending some time with her as from somedays i was so much busy with my wife .
You wife , not bad "my inner self mocked .
Should i bought some flowers for her by thinking all this i stepped out of my car not before wearing my mask , cap nd googles .
A red rose bouquet " i say nd the lady handed me one .
Thanku i say paying her money .
One white rose bouquet " i hear someone voice nd turn around only to saw him my best friend's husband and my enemy .
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He paid to the lady nd look toward me ofc he can't recognise me .
Shubman " he say nd i m suprise .
Well i recognise you " he say with a smrik nd i just roll my eyes .
Btw congratulation " he say forwarding me that rose bouquet .
For what " i say getting irritated by looking at his smiling face .
For your wedding , nd this roses are for your wife she love white rose " he say nd his smrik got wider and wider .
Ndi just wanted to punch him so hard .
Ho gaya tera toh main jao " i say sitting inside my car .
Ok my friend well today we r coming to ur house for dinner nd i m so excited to met your beautifull wife " he say nd i choose to ignore him .
Idk what got into my mind that instead of sara's house i drove back to my house .
Shruti , shruti " i yell as i enter inside .
What happen why are you barking " she yell coming outside of bathroom in a towel unaware oh the fact i m standing beside her .
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh " we both scream as she turn towards me .
What the fuck are you doing here she yell hiding behind curtains .
Woh , i mean kuch nhi " i say getting disturbed by the previous view abd stromed outside . My cheeks i can feel heating .
Fuck " i say splashing water on my face but still my ears are all red .
Thats for today .
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