Broken By Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 33

Sikha

I sometimes wonder how my life would have turned out if Niranjan had not set his eyes on me at the university and did not take his so-called revenge on me by portraying me as the one trying to seduce him and break his marriage.

What if Anjali Rathore had not been a killer?

What if Dhruv and I had carried on having feelings for each other and one day confessed that feeling? What if we had dated each other and gotten married?

Would I have gotten my happily ever after with him?

Maa used to tell me the story of a prince charming falling head over heels for the princess and taking her away to his kingdom for a happy-ever-after.

When I used to fall asleep hearing that story, I would dream of exactly that ending. A prince coming to me in his white horse and taking me away to his kingdom where there would be only happiness and love between us.

In those few days, when I first developed feelings for Dhruv, I saw my prince charming in him.

I really did.

He was not the typical prince charming type. Absolutely not. He had his own style.

A rude man with a cold demeanor. That is what I had portrayed him to be after our first meeting.

But as the circumstances arose when we had to be in each other's vicinity. Sometimes going to get Priya's and Aashish's wedding outfits, and sometimes going to check the venue for their wedding. Those were the few instances when we had to be together.

Not that I ever wanted to go anywhere with him. I knew I needed to steer clear of him if I wanted to enjoy the wedding without thinking about how satisfying it would be to punch him.

That is what Dhruv did to me. Whenever I interacted with him, he would push all my buttons in such a way that I would be left breathless with anger.

But slowly, as we started interacting on more occasions, I began to see a new side to him. A side wherein he would give me his genuine smile-the one that would make his eyes twinkle. A side wherein he would share his sadness, wherein he would ask me if I believed in making a wish by looking at a shooting star. All in all, a side wherein he showed how he perfectly hid his vulnerability with his rough exterior.

And I did not know when I started being drawn to him. I was drawn not only to his lighter side but also to his brooding side.

Also, I knew he was drawn to me too. I could see it in the way he talked with me. I could see it in his smile-that one small smile that was reserved only for me.

If everything had remained perfect, ours could have been a sweet love story.

The one where two people first hate each other's guts, then become friends, and then lovers. Then they get married one day to have their forever together life.

But when has life been perfect for me? When has the situation been ideal for me?

That is why instead of living in my happily-ever-after, I am stuck in this hell, which I can't wait to walk away from.

Instead of Dhruv being the best thing that happened to me, he became the worst thing I wish would never happen to any other girl.

I sighed as I slowly stood up from the corner of the room.

It has been a week since that night when I made a deal with Anjali-an agreement to destroy Dhruv.

I had been relieved that night because I was one step closer to destroying the Rathore siblings.