𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 55

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*one week later*

Everything  feels insane to me. It's been one week since ashi left and three days of me with no sleep, not one single proper meal and no contact is adding onto my depression.

Rishab's wedding preparations are already resumed when he asked me if I am alright and I said yes to him because I need to work on my beloved father's downfall and cannot do it if his wedding is postponed anymore than this.

I pick my phone and the picture of ashi on the wallpaper haunts me. The picture of her sleeping peacefully in my  car sits there in my phone and I slap the phone on my chest, sighing.

I don't feel like talking to anyone. I've been ignoring kabi's calls and texts and everything and everyone in my power.

Didn't realize love makes you do these things.

The knock on the door makes me frown as I throw the quilt on the bed and walk towards the door and open it to find Kabir leaning against the wall across the door.

My eyebrows hit my hairline and his go up too.

"You look like shit." He pushes and walks past me, casually going inside my bedroom.

If it wasn't him, I would've smacked the shit out of the person. Obviously except ashi.

"Well, I feel like shit too."

I ignore him and walk inside my bathroom to splash water on my face and I take a look in the mirror and I actually look like shit with bags under my eyes and beard all grown.

Brushing my teeth, I come out of the bathroom and wait for him to start talking.

"Where is ashi? " A smile plays on his face and I know fucker likes annoying me.

"Where is amara? " I cross my hands over my chest and the smile slips out of his face and I chuckle.

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"Is she the reason you look like this? Cannot believe I am actually seeing you like a love sick puppy." He laughs out before slumping down on my bed.

Irritation flares my chest.

"What do you want, Kabir? Why are you here? "

"Well, I am here to check up on the son of the guy who is all ready to take over ishan group of companies." He says, scrolling through his phone.

My eyebrows frown. I haven't checked my phone in last one week and have no idea about what father is planning against me.

"What do you mean? "

"It means" He throws his phone aside and folds his hands over his chest "get over that lady who is booking tickets to delhi with her newly found family and focus on your father who has now manipulated half of your investors." He smiles stiffly at me.

The way he mentions lady pisses me off but right now I shove that inside the box of "reasons why I should punch Kabir" Because I need information.

"How many? " I pick my phone up from the side table and open the recent text messages from my manager who really sucks at doing her job.

Cursing, I look at Kabir who has a disgusting smile on his face.

"You're really in love with her, aren't you? "

His questions catches me off guard and I look at him like he said I have shit on my face.

I am.

Fuck me. I am so desperately in love with her.

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