𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐳 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

HIL: 11

"Move!" She pushed my face away from hers, halting our kiss, which I had been stealing from her. She had no idea what I went through in the last two days without her attention, without her addictive scent, without her lush lips- without her.

I was miserable without her. I was hurt by her ignorance. That's why I thought to hurt her back with Kavya's help. I spent time with Kavya just to show her. I even went to the party and posted those selfies and videos for the same reason, to hurt her, to make her feel my pain.

Kavya is a nice girl, kind of like a friend to me. She can be my friend, but not more than that. She knows that. We just vibe well like good friends. I took help from her to make Shehnaaz jealous, to hurt her. Plus, Kavya had another motive.

Kavya has a crush on that Rishi guy, that motherfucker. She wanted to make him jealous with my help, so l did. I was with her for the last two days just for that. It was for our own benefits. As far as I could see, it worked for both of us. Shehnaaz looked upset over it, and the last time I saw Kavya, she was dancing with that motherfucker Rishi.

"Sidharth, you should leave."

"I am not going anywhere, woman."' I said firmly. She needs to understand this. If she thinks she can get away from me, she is delusional. There's no getting away from me. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. She has to understand this.

"Get out from here!" She said again, pointing to her room's door.

I sat on the bed, moving away from her laying figure. She got up and sat next to me.

"Sidharth," her voice was soft.

Now she will try to push me away from her. I won't let that happen. But I need to hear what she wants to say, then I will show her what I am. If she thinks I'm a puppet who will do as she pleases, then no. I have my own mind, and I will do what I please.

"Talk." My voice was rough, indicating that I was pissed and hurt.

"Sidharth, I think you should leave now. I don't want any more drama. I have already been humiliated by your parents enough. They called me a homewrecker and a who-" Her voice broke at the end.

"Shehnaaz" I tried to hold her hand, but she pushed me away.

"Don't touch me." Her voice was harsh, and the way she pushed my hands away as if my touch would burn her alive.

I felt hurt. Damn hurt. But I knew she was hurting too. More than me. She is neither of the things that my mother has accused her of being. I can't even say those words in my mind, and here she has been accused by those. Jesus! Help.

I was angry at Dad, but I was deeply disappointed in my mother. How could she say those words to her? I hadn't spoken to them since that night. Mom had tried to talk to me, but I ignored her. What she said was not acceptable. I can't forgive her, not so soon and not so easily. They hurt my woman, and I can't forgive them. It's as simple as that.