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"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 w...
याद आ जाए तो तेरा नाम लेके झूम लूँ शाम आ जाए तो उठके चाँद का माथा चूम लूँ
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Present
Amaira's POV Age-24 (almost 25)
"Muh meetha karo, shadi hai meri." Abhimaan's overly happy voice fills my ears as he lifts his hand to offer the sweets in my direction.
(Have some sweets, it's my wedding.)
I lift my lashes to stare at his face while hurt lunges in my chest, straggling its way through my heart.
Being a part of this job, My ears are tired of hearing this same particular line used by every other bride or groom; however, never did the words manage to cut through my heart like it did today, Not even cut but shredded into dust.
The urge to take the sweet and rub it against his face burns inside my veins, The pressure in my lungs rises as heat shoots inside my brain,
Warm tears prickled against the waterline of my eyes, tears threatening to spill over as I felt my heart being crushed to death by his ferocious gaze.
Beside me, I feel Rohan's questioning gaze on me, The ache travels through me as I raise my shaken hand to take one sweet.
The sweet touches my tongue and the flavour explodes in my mouth, The feeling from years back returns, the need to empty my guts settles in.
No. I tried to control it.
Flashbacks of those times play in my memory like a film and tears prickle in my eyes. A sour taste forms at the back of my throat and I suddenly take a step back.
And another one.
I wrench my gaze away from his savage one and turn my back towards him, My feet caught on fire as I walk back towards the exit.
The white and peaceful architecture of his house suddenly becomes a haunting recollection of the day I almost ended, and then it's no longer beautiful.
The floor is not as clean any more, as the red blood from that day flashes in front of me, blending with the haze.
No no.
Step after step, I experience a loss of breath, the air becomes stuck in my lungs and my vision becomes blurry.
