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"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the w...
Amaira - 17 (would be 18 in a month) Abhimaan - 20
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“Twenty four. Amaira, You got 24 marks in math. You failed, what the fuck were you doing?”
A sharp pain stings my cheeks as his hand collides with my face.
My dad's furious voice rings in my ear and I stood in front of him, my head held low while I clutched my answer sheet to my chest. My teeth clattered, every single cell in my body was terrified of what would happen next.
Tears pour down from my eyes, yet not a single word forms in my head. There is a loud voice in my head that is screaming to let me know that I am a failure.
I've always been one, but today, I actually got the actual tag of it. I've failed in my midterm.
The world has ended for me, Maybe I would even fail in the finals. I would always stay an unemployed, unsuccessful, dumb and stupid girl.
As soon as the teacher passed my answer sheet with my dad, her face morphed to a disappointed expression as she advised, “Mr. Mehra, As a teacher, I don't think Amaira is suitable for the degree you want her to pursue.”
“Every child is special, everyone doesn't want to be a doctor or an engineer. Maybe, Amaira would find her passion as she grows older, but engineering is not something she can do. I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.” The teacher was just trying to be decent, not realizing that her words are lighting a fire in my dad's mind.
I would rather not be a fucking engineer. Potentially it is a profitable degree and perhaps my future would be bright as a sun, however it is impossible for me to even solve one math question let alone clear a competitive exam against toppers who inhale mathematics on a daily basis.
My ability to study has always been weak and as much as I ranted about how I was about to fail in science in metric, my father still forced me to pursue PCM.
Dad would kill me if I didn't listen to him. He did it once, he will do it again.
What if he tries to hurt me again?
No.
No. No. No.
I feel my heartbeat in my throat, the pressure causes me to choke on my shallow breaths, dark swallowing fear settled deep inside my veins as he takes my chin in his rough hand and squeezes harshly, causing pain to erupt in my jaw.
