Love is confusing

My love is my state of mind

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This chapter may contain some disturbing content like toxic relationships, forced relationships, smoking, drinking, and more. If you don't like this type of content, please leave.

Male leader's POV:

Today was a good day... ig, I mean it's better than other days. As I and my bros walked out of the school building. I kept on thinking about why I made friends with that girl, well not that I could change it. "Yo" I snapped out of my mind, "yes" "You have been acting sus, bro" Samir added. "Nothing" I looked down. "Hey~, why did ya make us friends with my sister's friend, like not that I am compelling or anything." Vishal rushes in my arms, pouting. I smirked knowing damn well what I am gonna say will make him fire up, I mean I had never seen that man angry always sad and pouting. "Well~ 'cause I love her isn't that obvious?" Vishal's eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled back, but a smile soon spread across his face. "You sly devil," He laughed. "I knew you were going to surprise me with something like this." We laughed, and then Elove interfered, "Well then brothers why don't we celebrate this by going to the soda shop? Wanna grab some snacks? Treats on me, brothers, nothing to worry about."

We all agreed to go and headed out. After we reached the soda shop, Elove bought us some snacks and drinks. We enjoyed the delicious treats while chatting and laughing. Then we made our way to the apartment, however, Vishal had to leave for his own home. Their room was farther away, so I walked into my room alone and turned the light on. Threw the bag away, and growled. Today was tiring. I took a sip of my soda and looked outside the window. I live on the top floor of this 20th-floor apartment because anyone can harm me here without facing security. I looked at the city lights they were like blinking stars and I was the biggest one of them. I then heard my phone ring, by the way, I own two phones, and for quite a reason. One has my girlfriend's number, while the other does not.

Well, I never liked that girl, but as a deal of my father's command, I had to date her. She is one of the millionaires and is a stunning model from Nepal, Amisha GC. Our last name and family background also matched so my father forced me to be with her. I took the call, the problem is not my dad it is her, "Hey~ I have been running out of money. Can ya pls give me some" I sighed as I heard some people cheering, and crashing of bottles. She was partying again. I looked at the screen seeing a glass of alcohol and a cigarette being held by her. I was intending to talk about something, but I saw a guy making out with her. After that, she smiles at me and says "Well I hope to arrive at your apartment soon, darling. Get that money ready. But first I need to deal with something else." Then, she dared to hang up on me.

I felt my heart sink and my stomach twist. I couldn't believe what I just saw and heard. I could do nothing but sit there, motionless, as tears threatened to spill down my face. This is not the first time. She cheated on me and asked for money. If I refused to give it to her, she blackmailed me to cut off her relationship with me, make false accusatory things about me to the media and make my reputation into dust. The most painful thing is that if that happened my family would no longer protect me again. I told them more than a dozen times that she used me for money and cheated on me. However, she cast a strong spell on my family. Instead, they scolded me for speaking badly about her. I was frustrated and felt helpless. I didn't know what to do or who to turn to. I felt like I was all alone and I had no one to help me.

My hands trim in fear. I stepped onto my balcony and drew a deep breath. I looked down and saw a car driving into VIP parking. I immediately knew who it was. I closed my eyes and took a few steps back. I felt a rush of emotions and my heart started to beat faster. I slowly opened my eyes and stepped back onto the balcony, ready to face whatever was about to come. I took the elevator to the first floor with the money. She made her way forward towards me. I was fully awarded that there were CTV everywhere. I needed to be attentive. I handed her the money but she wasn't happy with just that. She patted her lips, obviously asking for a kiss. I took a deep breath and then led in, her breath sank really terribly. She was just 1.5 years older than me and acting like this. I looked at the money and then decided to leave.

After she left, I walked back into my apartment and took a seat on the sofa. I felt a wave of relief and I smiled at myself. That was close. I thought about what had just happened and I realized that it was a sign of how immature she was. I shook my head and decided not to let it bother me. I was thankful that I hadn't given in to her demands. I looked at the memories of the times when I was happy. What makes me happy? They were all my friends, not my family. My head was spinning because of all this pressure. I fell face down on my bed, turned off the light and my eyes formed tears that I let out gradually. This thing hurts so terribly. So fucking messed up. But I can't fight it, I am weak against it. I eventually fell asleep.

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