"I don't want to become the kind of Adwait who would rip every single skin cell off any man who dares to have even the faintest touch upon your skin," He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her earlobe.
Nitya's heart raced in response to his words. Sh...
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No matter how hard we try to avoid or ignore someone, destiny has a knack for weaving the paths together anyway. It's a peculiar sensation, isn't it?
I've had this recurring thing happen where my path seems to cross with destiny in a strangely similar way. Like, when I first met Nitya, something inside me just screamed to keep my distance, both physically and emotionally.
Despite my best efforts to keep my distance, she kept popping up in the most unexpected places and times, like life was playing some twisted game with me.
Take yesterday evening, for example. I headed out to clear my head after that bitter exchange of words with my father yesterday, and Nitya suddenly popped up right in front of my car, which was just seconds away from getting into a potentially fatal accident. Instead of helping, her presence just fueled my anger.
In a petty attempt to mock her, I threw a jab at her, asking if she was going to blame me again like she did before.
I braced myself for her to snap back or act all rude like she did in the cafeteria. But to my surprise, she actually apologized, no defensiveness or anything.
Her response caught me off guard.
A wave of regret hit me, and I couldn't help but wonder if our first meeting was doomed from the start. I had to admit, she wasn't as bad as I'd initially thought. Her calm demeanor and soft voice made me question if I'd unfairly judged her, lumping her in with all the arrogant and loud women I'd crossed paths with before.
The idea of allowing our first meeting to fade into oblivion did cross my mind. However, my emotions shifted once more when an aged gentleman approached Nitya, inquiring if I was causing her any trouble. Even, the nearby spectators gazed at me with a sense of questioning.
Although she was not responsible for the actions of others but the mere fact that I was being accused due to her presence brought my frustration and anger towards her back to full force.
Sighing heavily, I brushed off the events of the previous day.
I passed through the gate, strolling past the pavilion, when I spotted Nitya standing with a man.
He seemed to be engaged in lively conversation but Nitya's expression told a different story. Her face looked taut and burdened with stress, like she wasn't exactly thrilled to be talking to him.
Confusion crept in witnessing the unfolding scene.
Should I go ask her if everything is okay?
I shook my head, feeling foolish for considering these thoughts. Why would I bother to inquire about her well-being, when it's not my concern? I shouldn't interfere in her personal affairs.
