𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐉𝐤 𝐟𝐟

42. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭!

𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

I pressed firmly down the brake pedal, making my car reach to a halt. We just arrived Delhi from Goa. Almost all were here, in the mansion except me as I straight went to my office to sign some deals.

I took a deep breathe and opened the door of the car trying to not breakdown.

I went inside the mansion and without uttering a single word, I made my way towards my room.

As soon as I entered the room, I closed the door shut.

Cry.

Cry Y/n.

It will help you to release the pain in your throat.

It was so difficult, too difficult for me to control my emotions infront of him, I won somehow.

But I can't now.

I seriously can't.

Slowly, I slipped from the door's surface as the tears slipped from inner lining of my eyes.

We were just friends na, then what is this feeling? Why am I hurt because he is not with me? God, answer me!

Nothing is same as before, from hating mens, to loving one of them unconditionally.

What if he is in the same situation as me? Wish I could make him stay with me for a long time. Well, Is forever too long? Or I wish I could rewind back to the time when he came.

Thinking about these things, my eyes travelled to a teddy bear, Toto. A smile spread across my face when I remembered our all bickerings. How I gave him a flower as an apology and in return asked for that teddy bear. *Chuckles through the tears*

I got up from the floor and went towards the bed where Toto was. I engulfed Toto in my arms and hugged him imagining like I am hugging him.
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Almost 30 minutes.

Half an hour, and tears never stopped from brimming through my eyes. How funny, I should cry because of my sister but here I am crying because of him.

It's not like I don't miss her and all, I totally do. But I-