Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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THE HELL!!! WE REACHED 10 FREAKING K VIEWS!!! YAAAAR OOOF. thank you so muchh🥺🥺🥺
this might not be the best novel you are currently reading, but i feel so obliged that you are giving it a try.
royally trapped has put me in so much turmoil lololol y'all have no idea🥺
thank you so much, you all have a piece of my heart. 🤍✨
(sooooo, i haven't really gotten the time to proof read the chapter, i'll correct the mistakes by mid night—you can point the errors <3)
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"So you are rubbing salt on my wound now, huh?" My best friend is busy munching on popcorn, stuffing his mouth looking like someone who has been starved for months now.
He is sprawled on the sofa, hearing me rant out my confusion, the same sofa where Kabir and I had cuddled and slept the previous night. The memory keeps reeling and replaying in my head. It creates a shiver in the pit of my stomach, a storm of emotions that makes me feel things so strongly.
"Also, please remind me to never eat any meals at your house. God knows what all you do there. I am scared to ask, have you by any means christened this very sofa as well?"
"Shut the fuck up. Dheer, are you listening?"
"Sadly yes. I know how you two ruined your kitchen for me. I don't even have to ask you if it was good, you are practically resembling a beetroot."
"It was so good. It was everything...but I have this weird feeling. He left in the morning. It was as if nothing happened, I feel he ran away. Like he did on our wedding day."
Waking up alone was like a slap on my face. I had woken up around eight in the morning, with my eyes closed I had patted my hand around subconsciously, trying to find him. Where there was nothing I felt, I had opened my eyes. The bed where I had been shifted to was cold and empty. I checked my phone then, to find a message from him. He had texted and informed me about his grandfather's call.
He had written that he would be back soon but it was already one in the afternoon. Breakfast couldn't have been stretched for this long, right?
His absence kept nudging me. It forced me to face my insecurities, I kept thinking if he did receive the call or if was it a sham to escape. To run away, from me and my overbearing emotions.
