✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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"Vid, be careful!" a girl cried as soon as my gaze fell on her; my face was about to hit the ground, but she caught me in time. She tried to assist him to right himself, but instead, I simply leaned over me. "Stand straight, you giant!" that girl shouted, forcing me to sit on the nearby bench.
She sat next to me and passed me the bottle of water. "Here, have this," she murmured. I stared at the bottle and then at her and felt something inside my gut, the intensity in her eyes.
"Why are you here?" I asked, but her face was blurred. "Jerk, I'm only here because of you. You were supposed to be my farewell partner tonight, but you changed your mind at the last minute and walked up holding the hand of another girl."
"None of your matter, just eat this and go to your home," I stated. I was ready to stand up when she grabbed my wrist. I looked back at her, then at my wrist, and back at her.
"You are drunk, Vid," she whispered, and everything went black.
"WAKE UP VIDYUT AGARWAL!" someone screamed.
"Who the hell is shouting this early?" I woke up with a jolt and saw her standing. It was a dream. The blurred girl was once real, but now she is just a hallucination. I again looked at her, Ada Sharma was ready; her hand was good now. The day before yesterday the doctor has cut her plaster.
"Please, wake up fast. We are getting late for the flight," She screamed.
"My private jet works on my wish," I said, "But we are going via economy class in a normal plane with everyone," She said. I frowned and looked at her. Subha Subha pagal kr degi mujhe.
I stood up from the bed, grabbing my phone, "Why would I go via economy class when I have 3 private planes?" Her eyes widened, mouth opened. "Bandh krlo macchar ghus jayega phir didi ke shaadi mei nhi jaa paogi" She quickly closed her mouth.
"Whatever, we have to catch the flight in one hour. Hurry up" saying she rushed out of my room.
Ajeeb hai sach mei.
I stood there, frozen, in the middle of my perfect room, a maelstrom of rage and disbelief. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her that I was Vidyut Agarwal, that I was a billionaire, that my time was money, and that I didn't wait for anyone, let alone for a commercial flight. But she was gone. The chaos had won. She had just, in a matter of seconds, turned my perfectly planned day into a logistical nightmare. And I, the man who controlled everything, was powerless to stop her.
