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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Before reading this chapter consider that Nitya has went through a lot of traumas all through her life so it is fair to have insecurities and self doubts. Some people's coping mechanism is hurting others by words but I am not saying it's the right way, there'll be character developments along the journey so please be patient with her ❤
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Days passed in a whizz as Aman and I fell into a pattern. Our conversations were stiff and one worded, if you could even call it as a conversation.
We worked in the days and mingled with our family. At nights he would return home after I fell asleep.
I always felt like he kissed my temple and say something in my sleep in those moments but when I wake up in the morning I convince myself that it must be a dream. Whenever we would have a moment, he'd give me a pleading glance while I try my best to avoid him at any cost.
If he wants my attention, he should earn it. I am not going to just sit there and wait for him to talk to me. If he wants he would.
Yesterday night I was working late while he was out. I instantly kept checking the time and my mind wandered to places.
Is he okay? Is he with someone else? Did he get bored of me now?
My throat tightens at the thought. And I slap myself mentally for being so hypothetical.
It was nearly 1.30 a.m when he stumbled into our room. Hair mussed and tie askew, his shirt was untucked. I have never seen him so poised out of his usual perfection.
He came to a halt as he saw me still working on my laptop. The question pricked the back of my throat to ask him where he was but I keep it to myself. I bite my tongue hard nearly biting my tongue off and type out my document furiously.
"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked casually as he went into the closet.
"Work." I told him in a cold tone without glancing up. He comes out of the shower after sometimes and I yawn looking at the time.
2.00 in the morning.
"Go to sleep." He says as he sits on the bed and connects his phone to the charger.
"I'll sleep when I want to. Please don't concern yourself." I say ignorantly still not looking at him.
"You look tired." I see him turn towards me in my peripheral vision.
"As I said none of your concern." I want to hurt him as much he is hurting me. So I try my hardest to be a bitch.
"What's your problem?" He asks, now a hint of anger in his tone.
