Never

Chapter 33

Amelia POV

I grab my phone from my pocket. I open Google and contemplate for a few seconds. I looked down at Luke who was fast asleep on my lap.

I drop the phone.

I don't care if he is not Agastya Singhania but he is Agastya Randhwa, king of Rudragard. I always had an inkling that he was hiding something but it still is a lot to take.

He really was a Prince and now a King. And I danced for his coronation party. What an irony.

I put my hand on Luke's head which was on my lap and thread my hand in his hair. 

I look outside of the window.

He is now a family man. He is already married and has children. And he looked complete with his children and wife. They looked complete. 

I sigh.

Guess he never had an inch of affection for me since he married her as soon as he reached India.

It shouldn't bother me. It shouldn't, since he never said that he loved me or liked me. It was always me professing how much I liked him and later started loving him. 

My first love.

My eyes tear up. 

My first ever love.

I lean my head back. 

He really didn't have an inch of affection for me. And he also lied to me. He already had a fiance and yet he lied to me. Maybe I would have backed out if he had told me the truth. I wouldn't have been that persistent to get him if he had told me that he already had a fiance.

“What happened?”

I flinch. I looked down at Luke with teary eyes. He lifts his hand and cups my cheek.

“Something is bothering you since the evening.” He states.

And as if on cue a tear drops from my eyes and slides down on his face.

“Shit.” I curse as he instantly straightens up. I wipe that tear away but another tear takes its place. I kept wiping the tears but it kept falling.

“I don't know….know why I am crying.” I say as I look at him. He looked back at me with worried eyes.

Fuck, don't cry, Amelia.

“Shh.” Luke instantly pulls me in a hug. Immediately a full blown sob escapes my lips.

“Shh.”

“I..I rea..really do.. don't kno…know why I am cr..crying.” I say while sobbing. A task in forming a full sentence.

“It's okay. Just cry it out.”

My shoulders drop. They start shaking as I start sobbing more loudly.

It hurts. It really hurts seeing him all happy with a family while I still am a broken mess. It really hurts seeing him living a life which I wanted. Which I always craved.

I clutch on Luke's shoulder wanting to feel a sense of belongingness. Because it hurts seeing him with another woman after discarding me. It hurts to always be left out while others move on. It hurts to see everyone with someone as I remain at the back in the darkness, alone.

The most dreadful feeling is to be left alone. And I don't want that. Even if I tell myself that it doesn't bother me if everyone leaves me, it still hurts to be left out.