❃.✮:▹ CHAPTER 12◃:✮.❃

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It was a sunday

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It was a sunday...........

Second week of the month..........

I and Jibi were at the gate of the church or I guess I should say that I was at one end of the gate with few aunties more precisely mumma's friends talking some fucking bullshits at which I was just nodding my head and giving them smiles that to fake ones.

While Jibin was standing on the other end of the gate crowded by a group of 5 girls flirting with him.

I know ALL OF THEM,

Blessy
Grace
Angel
Sofia
and not to forget our very dear MEERA.

She was clinging to Jibin, trying to touch him every now and then seductively. Just like every other time, she always tries to flirt with everyone, usne toh Nikhil toh kya Samuel bhai ko bhi nhi choda tha Jibin toh phir bhi hot hai. 😒

My blood was boiling, heat increasing from head to toe, jaw was clenching and unclenching, hands balled into fists, eyes filled with pure anger. I swear if she touched him once more with her fucking hand. I will make sure the same one gets injured.☺

Suddenly she snaked her hand on his holding it tightly telling him something. And this was it; as promised I am going to break her bones.

I abruptly excuse the aunties and walk towards them with raised eyebrow but slowed down the moment when I saw Jibin.......... His eyes......... There were some emotions other than confusion which I could not decipher.

I reached in a minute near them and called him " Jibin " receiving reactions from others. Blessy just rolled her eyes, Grace and Angel took a step back, Sofia made an excuse and left from there but our dear Meera only she has the audacity to make eye contact with me while her hand was still on Jibin's hand, held tightly.

Jibin didn't react anything. He was particularly looking at nothing, he was lost in his thoughts, it was rare for him to behave like this....... He does it only when he is hurt inside or when something is bothering him or maybe both. 🤷‍♀️

I called him again " JIBIN? " while snapping my finger in front of his eyes. He came out of his trance and looked at me with no expressions.

" Huhh?? " he replied

" Ghar chalein??? " I asked tilting my head a little.

" Ohh ya let's go, come. I'll drive" he said and left towards the scooty.

He took out his hands from Meera's hold ya phir yu kahu ki apna haath Meera ke haathon se khich liya. When he went forward a little, I moved to face Meera and took her hand in mine, the same one with which she held his hands, just for a hand shake.

I titled my ring which was having a pointed edge, and pressed my hand tightly. The pointed edge of the ring was pushed deep inside her fingers.

She hissed a bit in pain, but did I stop my oh-so formal handshake?

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