𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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I come out of the restroom to find a flower bouquet and a note on my table. I stop on my tracks.
Because I don't like flowers. I tolerate them at home only because Shivanya loves it. Why would someone give me flowers?
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I open the note and instantly identify Shivanya's delicate, neat handwriting without reading it.
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Vihaan,
I know what I did was wrong. I am so sorry. I am not usually a bad person but circumstances lead me to take bad decisions. Will you forgive me? My heart beats for you. Only you. If you don't talk to me I'll go crazy.
Despite my reluctance a small smile plays at the corner of my mouth. She really can be persuasive.
This past week has been a hell without talking to her. Whenever I think of taking it easy, her crying face flashes infront of my vision. Of how she broke her own heart because of some silly misunderstanding.
I thought she knew me better than that.
I had a camera fixed over her desk since the moment we both got married. Call me a psycho I don't care.
I wanted to see and feel her light all the time. So I did what I had to do. She was not aware of it or else she might get self conscious. I wanted her to see her usual self so I didn't tell her about it.
When I can't really talk to her I watched her through the camera like a creep. Noticing and relishing in her every movement.
When I was watching her today scribbling something in her notepad even forgetting to take her lunch, I was about to go and drag her to my office to get her to eat but what I saw next made me want to punch that asshole's face.
