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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
There are moments in life when decisions are made in the blink of an eye, right on the spot, devoid of rational thought or logic.
You find yourself making choices without a second thought, unaware or maybe aware of the consequences that may follow but still you make them anyway.
I made such a decision.
Mirha Ivanov will be mine. In all fucking senses.
I'm a bastard. I've acted in a way that I'm not proud of.
I caused her pain, a pain that cuts deep, and I do realize it. The hurt in her beautiful dark brown hazel eyes—the way the hues completely turned hazel, hiding all the browns—it was so raw, it felt like a hard punch in my gut.
There's no valid explanation or excuse for the hurtful words I uttered, words that were never meant to leave my lips in the first place because I didn't mean them.
Yet I behaved like a fucking loser with a top-notch rating.
I wasn't angry at her for mentioning herself as my girlfriend to my secretary.
No. I wasn't. I was angry at myself.
The thought of her as my girlfriend and the possibility of her becoming my future wife stirred up emotions in me that I couldn't quite understand.
I liked the idea of her being my wife way too much that it scared the living fucks out of me.
And I took it out on her, that I deeply regret.
The moment she said that she hopes we never cross paths again, a sudden shift happened in my chest and I knew that I fucked up big time.
When she rushed outside, I paused to absorb the weight of her words, attempting to regain composure, my heart pounded so fucking insanely as though I would have a stroke any second.
After calming down a bit, I followed her swiftly.
Upon reaching the parking lot, my eyes fell on some fucker clutching her wrist forcefully and in that instant, my vision blurred with rage, a crimson hue completely engulfed my sight.
All I could see was a dark, intense red that mirrored the fury consuming me.
That very moment I decided that no one will ever put their hands on her again.
