Mr. Imperfectionist 2

14 - It's not okay to love them both...

Saanj's P.O.V

Arman made coffee for both of us, while I sat on the bed like a statue, thinking about how Sabil turned his back on me and left. Was he really not happy to see me? Don't I look attractive to him anymore? Is he over me?

'Well, of course he's over me. What made me think he'd still feel for me the way I do? He is officially the most handsome man in the universe. He has an uncanny ability to attract women. They must be flying around him like butterflies all the time. Urgghh..!! I am such an idiot. Here I am, head over heels in love with the Greek God, who treats me just like any other regular woman he goes out with.'

"Your coffee," Arman said, interrupting my musings.

I took the coffee mug from his grasp and sipped. I was trying hard not to make eye contact with Arman since we'd walked in the room. He sat beside me and watched me while he waited for me to speak.

I continued to sip the coffee as a tear rolled down my cheek.

Arman gently dabbed at the tear with his thumb and said, "You know I hate to see you like this. I've let go many times because I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. And even now, I'm going to do the same."

I looked at him. He smiled softly at me, assuring me that he would still be there even if I didn't reveal my secret. This made me cry harder. I sat the cup on the side table and hugged him. Arman sat there patiently as I sobbed into his chest like a toddler. Sabil's face kept flashing back. His beautiful face with a full beard and long hair and his gorgeous emerald eyes, which no longer had feelings for me, were making my chest ache. I started sniffing as my nose became congested. Arman reached for some tissues and handed them to me. I pulled away from his chest and wiped my nose. I noticed his black shirt was stained with my tears. I looked at him innocently and said, "Sorry. I'll replace your shirt."

Arman laughed and said, "Don't worry about it." He then kissed my forehead.

"You are the best friend that everyone deserves. But I don't deserve you, Arman. I trouble you so much."

Arman patted my cheek softly and said, "Don't be a drama queen now. We both know who the worst friend here is."

I giggled while wiping my tears with the tissue. "You deserve to know who Sabil is," I said.

"Okay. Then I'm all ears." Arman pulled my cheek.

He cracked open a bottle of wine, and we settled in on the balcony. The view of the mountains was breath-taking. I told him everything. He was listening intently, with slight nods in between. With the bottle of wine, I finished telling him my story.

Arman exhaled audibly. "Well, I don't know what to say, Saanj. You got yourself in a big mess. You should be grateful that you are out of it now."

"I know-I know. But I love him so much, Arman. I just can't stop thinking about his face. His eyes held no excitement for me. Not even a bit." I inhaled and averted my gaze before my eyes became moist again.

"What?" Arman said. "Saanj, I don't think that's true."

"How can you tell?"

"That man was jealous, Saanj. You should have seen the way he was looking at me. It was like he hated me and wanted to kill me. He was staring at our clasped hands again and again." Arman said with a smirk on his face.

"What bullshit? I didn't notice jealousy at all."

"That's because you were zoned out. You were frozen in time, as if you had seen a ghost. Saanj, I think he still feels for you the way you feel for him. Besides, the way he said that he didn't want you to come back, shows that he was already aware that you were in Spain. If he's the big shot and involved with criminals like you said, then I guess it won't be hard for him to find out that you are here in Spain." Arman rose from the chair. "Let me get another bottle of wine." He said and left.