I love you, Alara.
My love for you knows no bounds-I would sacrifice everything for you!!
To...
Fuck you, Alara.
You think I killed your brother? You think I could ever hurt someone you loved?
You hate me now, and maybe that's worse than death.
But...
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As I packed for my flight, a message popped up from an unknown number.
Unknown: "How many numbers are you going to block, darling? I am yours now, right? Come on, let go of this anger. When are we meeting?" **With a heart and wink emoji**
Its her.
Its fucking her.
I don't know how many times I've tried to make her understand that I got engaged to her only for my mother's sake, but she can't seem to get it through her head.
Every day, it's new fucking numbers.
Her parents fucking know that I'm just marrying her for my mom, but they can't seem to get her to understand and stay away from me.
Sometimes, I feel like passing a shot through her shit head.
Instead of blocking the number as always, I decide to reply to her this time.
Rehan: Stop messaging me or the consequences will be too hard for you to handle.
A message immediately pops up.
Unknown: Itne gusse mein ho raja ji... Acha sorry baby...
How dare she call me that. How dare she call me baby...
Only my Tara can fucking call me that.
Rather than messaging this time, I call that number, and before she can say anything, I unleash:
"You shithead! Can't you fucking get it through your mind that I don't want anything with you except this fake marriage bullshit? Once my mother recovers from cancer, I'm fucking divorcing someone like you. I regret ever getting into this fake marriage with YOU." I emphasize "you" to hit her where it hurts. "Cut this crap. Focus on your own life. Stop fucking with my head."
"But mai—"
Before she could say anything, I ended the call and sat down on my bed.
I opened my gallery and looked at my baby — it's my phone, but it's her gallery.
Each picture lifted my mood, even if she was simply smiling in the picture.
The best smile in the whole world.
Ahhh...
Can't get enough of you my baby...
Ever.
.
.
.
I hug my mom and head to the jet. As I settle into my seat, still waiting for Aman, my PA, a flight attendant approaches me.
