YEH TUNE KYA KIYA?

7| Unwanted Guest

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Chandrika's POV:-

What the hell was going on? 

What happened just now? 

That bastard dared to steal my first kiss and ran away like nothing happened. I swear to God, I wanted to kill him. 

First, I wanted to kill myself. 

Why did I even let him do that in the first place?

"Bitch, you love him from the core of your heart, so you melted down easily," my subconscious mocked me. 

"But he doesn't love me, and he can't use me for his horny needs," I thought. 

I'll never let him use me. 

But I'm weak in front of him. 

I wanted to forget everything when he came close to me. 

Ugh, but for now, he left—left like nothing happened. 

I wanted to kill myself. 

I'm embarrassed as hell.

Adhikar, you shouldn't have done this. 

Now I'm getting emotional. 

I wanted our first kiss to be memorable and special, but what the heck was that? 

Aghhhhhhh, saving myself just for you, and you are wasting everything too. 

I don't know why I'm emotional. 

My eyes filled with tears, and I brushed my index finger against my lower lip and sighed lightly.

"It's alright, Chanda. Don't think about it too much, he is your husband, it's alright," I said to myself, taking deep breaths. 

"It's alright to break down sometimes, it's not a big issue," I repeated to myself, taking deep breaths. 

Then I decided to sleep, or else my thoughts would kill me. 

I think too much, and it's not good for my mind to be awake anymore. 

I needed a deep, peaceful sleep, and I had to face him in the morning, of course.

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I woke up and realized the sun had risen brightly. 

"Oh no, I'm going to be late!" I thought as I sat up in bed and searched for my phone. 

I found it near my feet, inside my blanket.

"Bitch, do you know how to walk?" I cursed looking at my phone in my hand as if it would answer my question. After that I turned on the screen to see that it was already 8 o'clock. 

"Damn, I'm already late. Let's get ready for work."

"Didn't he come into the room last night? Because if he did, he would've woken me up early with noise." 

"I don't think he came at all last night." 

Whatever, I have work to do rather than think about him, and it's better for me if he didn't come home. 

I won't have to avoid him and feel embarrassed about last night.

After that, I took a quick shower, brushed my hair a bit, applied some lip balm, and hurried to the office.

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The day was tiring as hell. 

I had to research until my brain almost passed out—my computer crashed under the load of tons of tabs.