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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The man I hate with everything I have in me, stands a mere feet away with a girl who looks like she's a few years younger than me. Probably in her early twenties.
My disgust over him spikes to another level. When I try to get in the car without answering him he stops me by halting the door.
"Wouldn't you greet your dear old Papa after meeting him?" He asks smirking at me, trying to get on my nerves.
And it's working.
"Not when he walks around with a girl my age as his arm candy." I seethe into his face.
I am grateful that I got Ma's genes, if not I would've hated myself everytime I looked at a mirror for looking like him.
"Oh this." His face that are now wrinkling a little since the last time I saw him turns into a sly glee as he pulls the girl beside him.
She smiles at me showing all her too white teeth. Karan would've got a dent on his bank account for that shit.
"Meet Bina...?" He looks at the girl who's smile fails as he doesn't remember her name, "Bhatt?" He asks genuinely confused.
If I wasn't in a hurry to get home, I would've laughed at how her face dims in disappointment. This man shouldn't be trusted even if you were drowning in Titanic ship and he has the last lifeboat with him. Probably loosing your life with the rest of them would do good rather than getting into it with him.
"Dutta." She grits her teeth pasting a fake smile.
"Oh right." He nods, "This is Bina and we are seeing eachother." He says casually.
"I am out of fucks to give. Now don't touch my car unless you want them to be cut off from your body." I sneer at him as he still holds the door of my newly repared Benz.
"Ah." He chuckles sinisterly, "You have got that Mehra blood in you too. Good good it will only make things interesting when I break that fiery spirit in you. Like I did with Amasha." He bellows with a cackle as if he said the best joke I had ever heard.
My blood boils as I remember the day I saw Ma getting beaten by him but when I try to take a step infront to lunge at him, I hear a text pop up in my phone.
I tighten my fist tampering the urge to smack his ugly face and take out my phone from my slacks pocket.
Heer - Will you believe me if I said that I miss you?
