ABHAY'S POV
" So , my dear son...I came to know that you were literally hugging Vedika?....Is this what I ordered you to do ?..." I flinched at my father's words.
" I-I am sorry Papa,...I am myself feeling pathetic that I literally hugged that filth, Vedika!.... But believe me Papa , it was just a reflex...as we won the match , my body automatically dragged me towards her . I am sorry Papa, I will make sure this thing doesnt happen again and I will also make sure to make her life living hell." I assured with my head down .
" Hmm....well, I will give you one last chance ,...don't disappoint me , Abhay." He said with a bit softer tone. I nodded vigorously.
I punches the floor hard , once he left the room. My knuckles started bleeding as I kept punching the floor and without me realising , tears were blurring my vision.
But suddenly I stopped punching.
" The only way to make her life a living hell is to actually start hating her. I have to somehow start hating her and that is the only way I can trouble her." I murmured to myself while wiping away my tears.
" That Vedika is no one to me , and my eyes will never ever shed tears because of that Vedika!!!..." I indirectly ordered my subconscious mind.
" I am evil and I love to trouble Vedika ..." I kept affirming so that these affirmations will get embedded into my mind .
----Time skip----
AUTHOR'S POV
And like this , even after Vedika played major role in making Abhay's team win..she was not treated like a human. Before only Abhay and Anshika used to treat her like that z but both of them manipulated while class to trouble Vedika. She got hate both in school as well as home. But to her surprise she didn't feel weak even after getting hate from everyone. She was somehow getting stronger mentally and sometimes she used to defend herself from her classmates and her father and brother .
But still her life was extremely miserable. She had to struggle in everything she used to do. She needed to put triple effort to do everything. But she didn't loose hope and she studied hard and started toping the class , making her classmates to hate her even more.
This went on for 2 and half years. But when she went into class 8th , after first semester of the 8th class , after the Diwali holidays....
VEDIKA'S POV
" I am very sorry for being late mam..." I bowed repeatedly while standing on the entrance of the classroom. I was feeling really embarrassed for being late to the class for first time and that to on the first of second semester.
" Oh Vedika .... come in , no need to apologise..." I looked up in shock to see her smiling softly at me. I felt like crying in happiness by seeing her not looking at me like some filth.
" This is literally injustice !!!!....You keep me standing outside, everytime I come and you are literally smiling at her sweetly as if she had done some great work by coming late !!..." I and Mam turned our heads to an extremely irritating voice.
" Beta Abhay , tum ek week me 6 din toh late aate ho !...toh Mai tumhari Pooja toh nahi karungi, right ?" Mam asked sarcastically. I felt an urge to laugh out loud but the problem was I almost forgot how to I even smile , after facing so much difficulties in past two years.
Everyone started laughing. Abhay looked at me with clenched jaw as if he is going to kill me. I absolutely hate that prick !....I hate him as much as I hate my father and brother. If someday I will get an opportunity to kill him then I will never let that golden opportunity go out of my hand.
" Everyone silent !!..". Everyone went silent.
" And yes Abhay, I let Vedika in just because she is late for first time today , not like you .... coming late daily." Mam said while rolling her eyes. Abhay scoffed.
" And Vedika , what happened to your hand ?.." Mam asked worriedly. I immediately hid my bandaged hand behind me .
" N-Nothing , ... I just f-fell down from bed in s-sleep and m-y wrist got s-sprain.." I lied.
" Be careful..." Mam said while laughing lightly. I just nodded with any emotions. Mam you don't know,...I don't even have a bed .
I went and sat on my bench where I sit alone because no one wants to sit with me .
I felt someone's gaze on me and turned around a bit only to see Abhay looking at me . As our met , both of us immediately turned out heads away.
Why the fuck he is looking at me ?...I just hope , he is not making any plans to kill me.
I literally hate to admit , how beautiful he looks ... actually he had become even more handsome in past 2 years. Anyways , mujhe uske chehre se kya !?...Sundar hua toh kya , kuch kaam toh nahi hai...
" So students , I know, it not common thing ...but we have a new student with us !..." Mam announced and everyone looked at her in confusion.
" New student?.....In December?...In second semester?.." Abhay asked in confusion. His voice irritates me so much that I don't even know how much . He literally have to speak everytime !...
" Yes , actually his mother got transferred to Mumbai for his job .... so he is here.." Mam explained. I wonder who this guy is ?....Whoever he is, I don't think he must be better than these other students in the class.
" So students , welcome your new friend....Prince Ghosh !..." Mam said gleefully. And a extremely beautiful, dark skinned boy emerged from the entrance of the classroom. He also had a bit long hai like Abhay which . And most intriguing thing about him was, he has a lighting scar on his forehead....just like Harry Potter. He was looking like specs less version of Harry Potter. Each and every girl in class was looking at him with their jaws dropped. I sighed and just rested my forehead on the desk . Again a beautiful boy ....he must also be cruel!...
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FanfictionThis story is not meant to hurt anyone's religious beliefs. If at any point of time you feel your sentiments are getting hurt then you can immediately stop reading. This story is SEQUEL of A BROKEN QUEEN. Join Vedika on her path of becoming a Queen...