𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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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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"Because I am moving away from India." I finally say to him as he gapes at me.
"Moving?" He questions me, his voice turning soft.
I take a deep breath and stand up from the couch.
"Yes I am planning on moving to Los Angeles." I turn away from him unable to bear the sadness of leaving everything behind.
My bestfriend, my house, my work friends, my... Aman?
I clear my head from that particular thought and say in a firm tone.
"I have got a promotion. So it requires me to work in L.A. I have decided to go." I say with conviction.
Because that's the only way to escape from Aarav. I have six months more to spend alone until the promotion, anticipating his next move so by agreeing to marry Aman I can stay with him while he can help his brother get married.
I know I am making a deal with the devil. But the devil is better than the monster under my bed.
Aman stares at me quietly, "Does Shivanya know?" He asks.
My eyes line with tears as I stare down at him. She's my bestfriend. I have known her all my life. Thinking about never seeing her brings an unimaginable pain in my chest.
"She will. Soon." I say and turn away.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" I ask giving him a hint to change the subject because I am not in a place to figure out my emotions about leaving.
"Heer-" but before he speaks the bell rings from the doorway.
I freeze.
What if it is Aarav again? What if he's here to threaten me or even worse do something like he promised?
Before I could move Aman walks towards the door. I watch as he nears, then come out of my trance and walk faster towards him.
"No!" I say and wrap my arms around his waist from behind but before that he has already opened the door.
A stunned Shivanya and Jiju is watching both of us from the doorway.
"What the hell?!" Shivanya shouts looking at how I am hugging Aman.
I soon stumble away from him while he gives me a stunned look at how I touched him.
Weird. I don't feel dirty or the urge to wash myself.
"It's not what you thi-" I start but Aman cuts me off, "It's exactly what you think, Shivi."
