Broken Hearts

Chapter 1

New Life
ARYAN

Three years later

Heartbreak is a part of love.

It's been exactly five years, seven months, three weeks and six days since my heart got broke.

And exactly three years, seven months, four weeks and two days since I saw her face.

It's not like I am counting days.

I am not.

That was just a rough guess.

I have already forgotten about the past and have started a new life here in California, USA.

After graduating with my bachelor's degree, I started working as a web developer and programmer in the Meta headquarters located in Gurugram.

Simultaneously I was pursuing my MBA too. And after completing my masters, my company offered me a job in abroad as they were really impressed with my work and skills.

I accepted their offer and shifted here in Menlo Park, California to join my new office which was the headquarters of Instagram.

It's been already one and a half year of me working as a digital marketer in the Instagram headquarters.

I keep myself busy in work. I think I have got married to my work. I really don't find time to do parties like I used to during my school days.

Sometimes, when I am in need of escape, I read books.

Yes! Can you believe that?

I, the Aryan Malhotra has become a bookworm. I have this huge bookshelf in my bedroom filled with fictional books related to all the genre except romance.

I don't do romance. I hate that. My colleagues do encourage me to go on dates and make a girlfriend. But I don't agree and keep myself far away from those girls who intend to flirt with me or make a chance with me.

I really don't have time for this. Or should I say that I don't want this.

I don't want any other girl in my life.

Books and alcohol are enough for me. On weekends I do visit the bars and clubs of the town just to drink alcohol.

It has become my addiction. But I do keep myself in control. I can't risk my life. I have my loved ones, my family who live in India.

It's just, I drink sometimes just to forget my past.

Wait! But I have already forgotten my past. Right? Then why do I still drink to forget my past.

I have moved on. Haven't I?

I groan and nod aggressively while looking at my reflection on the rear view mirror.

"I have moved on." I say to myself. "Yes! I have."

I sigh then park my car in the parking area. Pulling out the car keys, I step down my car along with my bag and coffee.

After locking my car, I walk inside my office building and make my way towards the elevator. Many of my colleagues from different departments were already there, waiting for the elevator.

I greet them and step into the elevator along with them, going up to the 3rd floor which was my department.

As we reach the third floor, I walk out of the elevator and make my way towards my cubicle.

"Hello there!"

I look up at the cubicle beside mine, where my colleague and friend Leo Anderson was sitting, waving at me.