𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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By the time Aman reaches my home I have planned everything that I want to say to him.
If I have to save myself from Aarav then he might be my only chance.
I know I can ask help from Shivanya but I don't want to disturb her life. She will do anything for me, even if it means giving up her life for it. I would do the same for her. But I don't want it. She's meant to live happily but I am not worth her life.
If I had watched it in a movie or read this in a book I would've laughed at myself for having so much low self perception.
But this is real life. I can't drag her into this mess. She just had a baby for crying out loud.
A knock takes me towards my door and I open it.
There stands Aman Mehra.
The charming, charismatic, easygoing Mehra. That's what they call him in magazines.
After 2 years of knowing him personally I have seen all the gossip sites and news about his dating life. And trust me when I say he gets it plenty.
Him parading his fashion models around and going to parties with booze are some visuals I don't want to think about.
Don't ask me why.
"Will you invite me in or keep staring at my male perfection sweetheart?" Aman's voice brings me back from grinding my teeth into powder.
I scoff.
"Come in." I open the door wider and he strolls in with a grace and elegance of a predator.
Weirdly when I am in his presence I don't feel the urge to hide away or cower. When he taunts me some primal part inside of me wants to fight back.
He lights a fire inside me.
I furrow my brows in confusion.
Where did that come from?
"So Heer, I hope this is not some booty call you made." He says wiggling his brows at me.
I roll my eyes at him, "Keep dreaming asshole."
"I would call it fantasies." He stops infront of a picture of me and Shivi on our school farewell day grinning cheek to cheek, "That's where you appear." He says to himself.
My body warms at his insistence. I know he's just teasing me or trying to rile me up but whenever he goes out of the box to do it, I can't stop my body's reaction to him.
"Can we get back to the point?" I say to him when he touches the top of my cactus plant.
