The Moon to my night

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Hey lovely people! 

So before you start reading here's a take, to my regular readers - voters, I missed last two days without updates, thanks to my periods, summer and migraine. I barely could look at the screen. 

 I am sorry for that :|

I am really grateful to everyone who reads and acknowledges the effort an author put in. I never put targets and all, because I hardly follow them. But, even after putting the efforts and not getting the votes or comments - the bare minimum. Really demotivates me... 

Everyone who do, I am really thankful to you all. So if this continues, I will stop posting the edited version here on wattpad on regular basis, and it will be posted only on scroll stack that too paid. Then wattpad will have one update per week. 

Even if there is just one person reading it there, atleast the work would get its value. I don't seek anything but if I am investing my time and energy in something, refining my work, I want it to be valued. 

You can go with the emotional rollercoaster of the chapter 5k+ words it is -

∞Drive of feelings∞

Aradhaya Singh Rajvansh

How can he so easily pretend to be someone he is not? How can someone feign love when they actually don't feel it? Doesn't their conscience bother them? Don't they have a heart that can feel, if not love, then at least mercy for another person? Don't they have to face themselves in the mirror? Aren't they answerable to you, Mahadev? Don't they care that their lies and pretentious acts can destroy someone, break another person's heart into pieces? Why don't they care, Mahadev? Why?

One moment they act as if you are the dearest person to them, without whom they can barely survive. The next moment, they make you feel like a degraded part of their life, someone they can experiment with, treating your feelings and emotions as if they don't matter.

One moment he compared me to the sunshine and the moon. The next moment, I find out everything he did was just an act, a mere distraction. Is this all it was?

I crumbled the note he gave me in my hand as tears streamed down my face. How could I be so foolish to think that maybe what he said to me was genuine and not a facade? He can't do this to me! He can't! He has no right to!

I wiped the tears from my face and heaved a confident sigh. He needs to know that he needs to stop his nonsense and leave me alone!

I saw him walking to the corridor while on a call. I followed him. It was an empty hallway with barely anyone around since it was time for the vidai and everyone was busy preparing for it. I waited for him to finish his call. He hung up and turned to face me, his face relaxed, his eyes fell on me, and his lips stretched into a smile as he tried to take a step closer. "Dhaya," he called softly.

"Cut the act!" I snapped, my voice stern and clear. His facial muscles tightened.

"What act?" he asked, confusion apparent in his eyes.

"Don't you feel tired of all these pretenses?" I waved my arms in frustration, anger surging through me.

"What are you talking about?" He tried to step closer, but I stepped back.

"Stop it, Rudransh! Just stop it!" My voice grew louder as my nails dug into my palms.

"Dhaya! What happened, love?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned, but I couldn't let myself believe it.