"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the worst way possib...
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Abhimaan, you have to be here as soon as possible" Julia Aunt's voice rings against the call as she screams until it screeches my ears off.
My heart stops beating for a minute, I tilt my head in aira direction and everything seems to fade away, the charm in her eyes long gone.
"What happened?" I ask again. A dreadful sob cuts through My aunt's throat, and She cries, "I don't think she will be able to handle it." Her voice shakes with each sentence.
And suddenly a loud wail echoes through the phone and someone's piercing scream reiterates across the room.
Mama.
The thought of mom in pain makes my heart clench.
What the fuck is happening today?
My head tilts in Aira's direction, The pain in her gaze wrapped in the jeopardy of numbness, she thinks I can't see it, but I can read her like an open book.
In all these months, the only thing I've learnt is that my aira hates to be controlled. All her life her father has dictated her life and she couldn't do anything about it.
Although she is not the same with others. Aira doesn't give herself the amount of credit she deserves and As much as I want to let her know, I cannot shake her out of the pain she's going through.
Every so often I stare at her blindly and maybe one day...one day I would gain the strength to see inside Her, too
"Will you love someone who lied to you?" I asked her, My breath uneven as my fingers curled around the leather seat.
"No." She repeats, absentminded, The hollow stuck on the rain falling down on us, washing our relationship.
"In that fou will never be able to look at yourself in the mirror.
My whole life, I believed I was the emotionless one. Now that I see Aira, There is no competition.
She is dying.
I thought I would break her.
She is gone. Her broken state is already evident. She is waiting for the wind to wash away the pieces of glass that have become dust.
