#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions.
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"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in...
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When I say I don't like Shreya Malhotra, it's because her attitude irritates and annoys me. The fuck she thinks of herself.
I feel shitty that I fucking felt bad when I saw her crying. And for fuck sake I want to punch me so bad that on what earth I decided to give her the goddamn fucking gift.
And this goddamn necklace is doing nothing but making me insanely mad.
In the morning, the moment I stepped outside my room getting all docked up for work, but ny steps were halted by a thing in my way.
I saw and there it was. The bloody gift. With a fucking pink post note on it.
I'm sorry but I cannot accept this :) ~Shreya.
With a fucking smiley on it which did nothing but added fuel to my anger. I crumbled the note under my hold and shoved the gift into my cupboard.
It was an exclusive ruby I got from my sources. I decided to get her something from me not Ahana's one. But of all, she decided to fucking show her useless attitude.
My anger was already at its peak and I just wanted to sit in my car to release my anger on the pedals.
I quickly took my stuff and moved to my car. I bought my Aston Martin DBX 17 out of my parking and made my way to the roads.
I accelerated as my anger was not about to end anytime soon. Now there will be no efforts from my side because I decided to do it by breaking my fucking boundaries.
With a few turns, I was now standing outside a HOSPITAL. And guess what?
It was the hospital in which my wife works. But here I am standing outside without any reason.
My subconscious drove me till here. Abhishek, you are fucked. I banged my hand on the steering wheel soon realizing my mistake.
"I'm sorry, love." I caressed my car my only possessions which I love in my life. My cars. "Forgive me. I just lost my temper because of someone useless."
I was still thinking why was I outside this fucking hospital but then decided to shove my thoughts at bay and was to move to my office when I saw something which caught my eye.
My wife, Mrs Shreya Malhotra laughing with a boy. A fucking BOY. I leaned a bit to get a clear view of the scene and a chuckle left my mouth.
That was that bastard Rakshit who came to drop her off yesterday. I was fuming with anger and here she was laughing as if she did nothing.
