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...
So I want to address something today, most of you know that Aman has had previous relationships, I don't want my dear readers to judge him harshly just because he dated people in the past.
There are so many toxic stories out there in Wattpad which romanticizes rape and abuse so let's be practical here. I can guarantee you that there'll be no cheating. Aman is smitten with Nitya since the day he met her, so no worries ❤
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Slightly Mature Content Ahead ⚠️🔞
Heer falls asleep as I stroke her damp cheeks wìping any trace of the tears that makes my heart hurt.
I know that the panic attack she went through just right now isn't a mere coincidence. There's something behind her tears.
Is it something that happened during her childhood? Or is it about her parents.
"Don't go."
Her words before her body finally gave out echoes in my head. Among all the confusions I am sure about one thing.
She's scared about people abandoning her. She has been left out by many people in her life. I'd be damned if I ever did that to her.
A text comes through in my phone.
Karan - Think about what I said.
I grit my teeth reading my father's message. He can go to hell for all I care, I am not giving into his demands.
Aman - Ask me if I give a fuck about what you think.
I sigh and throw my phone in the nightstand. Giving one final kiss to my girl, I get ready for bed.
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We land on the grounds of Japan exactly after a week. Heer is wearing a long sleeved light blue floral top paired with jeans and boots. Her hair held high with a ponytail tied by a white bow.
She looks around in wonder while I watch her. Then noticing my stare she turns towards me and blushes furiously.
God, she's so fucking beautiful.
I hold her hand and drag our suitcase with the other. Our tour guide stands with a board, in which Mr and Mrs Mehra is written across it.
When we reach our suit, it's nearly night.
"I am tired." She sighs and falls into the fluffy bed.
"Rest now. We can go sightsee-" but my voice cuts off by a phone pinging.
