𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
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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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The small spark of hope I had in my chest when Aman bhai spoke to me dies a tragic death after a week.
Vihaan didn't contact me or even come find me. I even don't know if he knows where I am staying.
The same anger that fueled me sparks to another level.
It's true. He doesn't care about me.
I haven't gone for work, I took my medical leave as an excuse to avoid an encounter with my boss.
I thought sleeping without Vihaan by my side, I will get back my nightmares but it didn't happen. At night I fall into a deep slumber a sense of safety and protection prevailing in the night air.
Must be the familiarity of Nitya's place.
I try to read a romance novel to direct my mind away from my problems but no matter what I try, I end up rounding up to the thoughts of the same person.
Vihaan.
It happens when Nitya and I was watching 'Yeh Jawaani Hei Deewani' for the nth time.
I keep my head on her shoulder while she feeds me popcorn and stuffs a handful in her mouth in between as well.
The popcorn smells awful. Ughh the butter.
"I don't want it Nitu. You can have them for yourself." I say while she shrugs like it's my loss.
An awful sensation stirs my stomach. The contents of my dinner tries to make an appearance so I get up abruptly and run towards the bathroom.
When I hang my head over the sink I couldn't stop throwing up. Nitya comes behind me soon and holds my hair while rubbing my back.
After a while of vomiting and trying to catch my breath I wash my face and mouth and exit the bathroom with her.
"What is it Shivi? Did you eat something while I was gone?" She asks concernedly.
