Third pov
Scars.
How many times have we justified our scars because we loved the person holding the weapon?
They both were the victims the difference being he was the victim of circumstances while she was the victim of men in her life.
He was planning to make her one too.
So as they walk lined in their own personal grudges with life towards each other they can’t help but stare at each other intensely.
They didn’t care about the people chatting in the background, the noises coming from the music area and neither did they care about few of weird sensations they felt for each other.
He felt hatred for her.
She on the other hand was confused.
She couldn’t even hate him now.
His behavior confused her.
She stood right in front of him but someone else stole her attention.
Vivek sabharwal.
It was the guy who had stalked her in the past.
He tried to force himself on her when she didn’t give in to him.
He made her believe monsters exist and they look like people.
She felt fear overtaking her senses.
He was on the stage as one of the lead singers of the band.
She tried to console her fearful heart by coercing it into believing he couldn’t do anything.
He must have forgotten about her.
Moreover she did file a complaint about him.
He was out with a warning as he belonged to an influential background.
His father had assured her he wouldn’t be seen around her.
Moreover if he tried anything she won’t hesitate to do that again.
She saw him staring at her intensely with an emotion she couldn’t identify.
Her reverie broke when the brown eyed man wouldn’t stop annoying her from past few days called her name.
She felt it’s better to be with him rather than being in vicinity of her potential harasser.
Her options were limited and he was clearly the better one in this place.
He on the other hand stared at her.
She was weirdly silent standing in front of him.
It didn’t sit right with him.
Even though she was pleasing to look at he couldn’t stare at her always now can he?
He didn’t remove his eyes from her.
He saw how she was back to reality when he called her name.
“Yes”? She asked giving him her full attention now.
“Is there anything that’s bothering you”? He asked.
“Why would you think like that”? She counter questioned nervously.
“Maybe because you look lost” he told her truthfully.
He tried to fake his concern but it coming out as a genuine one shocked him too.
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Scars
Romance"Women are weak very weak creatures" he articulates his voice cold and raspy a strange cockiness adorning it. "Like a glass crystal feeble and translucent" One flick and its over for them. Was he wrong? Yes Did he care? No "I will break you so...
