Putting out my cigarette. I pushed in my chair and walked out of office . Nischay and I had decided to meet on a bar .
Zara , my secretary walked to me, clutching a clipboard and a pen . "I'll be off now , Aahaan "
"Alright"
"Are you going to meet Mr. Nischay Malhan now? " She asked .
" Yes, I told you earlier" I felt my phone buzzed in my pocket. I swiftly fished it out , without looking at the caller id I put it to my ear .
"Hello?"
"Aahaan!? I'm here, in India" I heard the voice of the very female I had given myself over .
Without wasting a second i check the caller id. It was Amara .
"Amara!"
My lips were parted but words couldn't make their way out of my mouth , from excitement and shock.
It was a miracle that the woman who hated this place with every bone in her is now saying that she's here , on the other line of the call.
"Hello??"
I brushed away all the foolishness and answered her.
"Haan" smiling like the idiot I am . "I guess , ye news to puri duniya ko milni chahiye!" I joked , gaining a soft chuckle in response.
*
Six hours later
Revenge . If someone had told me that they were returning the favor to some certain people . I would have laughed , thinking how can a person be moderately foolish. But now I am a victim of it . Maybe it was a result of my near death experience or maybe it was born out of agony , pain , wrath and my thirst of vengeance. It stripped me off my innocence , and I have one man to blame it all for . One man had turned me into something dark , despicable and venomous.
That was when a puppy stood on the center of the read . Fear was occupied in both our eyes . I zagged left when I would have zagged right and shit. I braked , whooshed and my car slid off the road and we both were in a ditch .
Crap
With slow movement I turned my head to the left , no fucking impossible. I couldn't even try to climb out of the passenger window . Staying inside the car would be a suicide mission. Because there wasn't much space only 2 or 3 feet from the dirt and staying inside it would result in the car rolled on top of me and I'd be crushed to death .
I couldn't die before I will make sure to spill his blood first .
After all he was the reason I stepped in India after six years .
But now I needed to be out of the car . I gingerly pushed the door open . Okay , good . But the hardest part was yet to do - coming out of the car .
The rain drops hit my face when I poked my head out . slowly, I mean slowly I stepped one flat out but tripped and hurled on the wet grass with my face first . A grunt left my lips when I landed , like an uncoordinated swimmer .
My clothes were covered in wetness , slickness and mud . Fuck . But I was alive . Aahaan would surely laugh on the sight in front of him when I will reach home , any person would .
The rain was washing me clean , as I gathered my long , black hair in my palms after twisting it in a bun .
OH SHIT
My phone and purse was still inside the car , who looked more precarious.
"Fantastic." I whispered to no one in particular.
Normally I loved this weather because it was so rare in Florida where I have been living with my family, from the past six years . I'd enjoy this with a mug of coffee in my hand while listening to old classical songs but today it was the worst.
I guess this country hated me more than I hated it .
My flats kept squooshing uncomfortably. As I thought about what my life had turned out . I still remembered the night when it was raining , it wasn't like I didn't contact Nischay or tried to clear the things , I did . When I found out I was three weeks pregnant , I had to . My blood practically boils as his words repeated in my mind -
"This baby isn't mine."
I remembered the look of disgust in his eyes , I still remember how he rejected the baby who wasn't even born, how it was raining and he kicked me out of his house , how I cried untill I couldn't breath , how I lost my unborn baby in an accident.
The day I forgive this place and him , will be the day I die .
My chest still hurts from the memories, but who had thought. I was back . I told him , chess is my favorite game .
A car came into my view and my hand shooted up automatically , signalling for a lift. And thankfully the cats stopped , as I brushed a strand of my hair that had caught in my eye .
The tinted window rolled down , as I bent down to level my face with the person.
Shocked coursed through me , and I blinked .It was him. Nischay.
"Amara?"
He sounded as surprised as he had felt . His jaw dropped , and could not close.
From all the years , I had learnt to keep my emotions in check and it worked this time. I backed away with a dead expression on my face , his eyes never moving off me .
"Kaise ho, Nischay Malhan? Mujhe dekh kar khush nahi hue?" I tried to remain calm , I had prepared myself for this but didn't have an idea this would be an awkward meeting. A naughty smirk was dancing on my lips , and he got out not caring about the heavily pounding rain .
His hands rested on my shoulders , soon I jerked them away with lightening speed. Soon , he got out of his trance.
"Come to my house."
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