The Devil and I

22.

Hello my cute little cupcakes!🧁

Log bolte h update kro. Unko kon bataye author uthti hi 12 bje hai☺️.

Guyss last chapter's target was not fulfilled so I don't have that motivation to write aaj but still here we are.

Fyi: the promo that I gave in last chapter is not in about this chapter but upcoming ones.

The chapter is unedited. Ignore all the typos🤡.

Pata hai sab hoshiyar hai, grammar police mat ban na abh.

Happy reading✨

Noor's POV

"What are you wearing tomorrow night?" He asked looking down at me. Only upper hand this guys has is his intimidating height. I remember how all the girls used to look at him in school and I used to l-

Shut up. Forget about it.

Okay. So this guy do have a tongue. He can talk. I thought he lost his voice because this guys hasn't spoke a single word in last 20 days.

Control Noor control.

I won't fight with him ,not today. So I asked-

"Why? Will you get same colour's tie or something?"

He smirked and leaned on the doorframe folding his hands on his chest and said-

"Wheels! Moy ZAYchik. I'll get the same colour's car."

Urghhh, moye moye what again?

"Can you stop calling me that?? I don't even know what the hell that even means!"

He straightened up himself and said-

"Don't try to change the topic and how about a NO."

Control Noor control!

"Black. I'm wearing black." Akdu.

I said looking up at him.

"Okay. Bentley it is then." He said.

Huh? Show off!!!!

He waited for a few good moments then continued-

"Goodnight Noor. You can go now."

Yeh aadmi.

I didn't reply anything and went back inside my room to check my dress and preparations for tomorrow.

I laid down on my bed but sleep was no where to be found. When will that day come when he'll finally talk to me?? It's been three weeks.

What did I do?

Do I even deserve this kind of relationship?

Why am I even here?

My life makes absolutely no sense.

I wrote all the shit in my diary as every other night.

My eyes glistened but I couldn't let my tears fall like tonight, so I went to the closet to do my regular night time routine.

Lighter.

Flick. Flick. Flick

And I screamed in pain- "annhhhhhhhhhh"

But no one was to witness it. It's me. My loneliness. My scars.

Time skip

Next morning came earlier then expected. Everyone was busy with their work this morning because tonight we have opening of
THREADS & STITCHES and we cannot afford any mistakes in it.