𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.
Vivian Rae has only a year to live. Instead of spending his remaining time with the woman he swore to love until his last breath, he makes an unexpected request: he asks his doctor to be his f...
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That evening was the hardest for me. Deliberately breaking her heart was excruciating. Watching the devastation in her eyes, the way she looked at me as if I'd betrayed her- it shattered me into a million pieces.
Pushing away my love and my best friend at the same time was like tearing out my own soul. They were in shock, too stunned to believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I had to do it. For them.
I wanted Vani to hate me, to loathe me so much that she'd never think of me again. That's why I made a scene with Agastya, throwing the first punch just to see her rush to his side. Seeing her defend him, choose him, should have given me relief.
Although, it left me hollow. I retreated into my room, shutting myself off from the world, letting the darkness consume me. I wanted to die, sooner rather than later, just to end this torture.
I convinced myself that no one cared about me anymore. That's when Amara showed up. I hadn't been to any of my appointments, and she decided to play hero, overstepping her bounds as a doctor.
Why couldn't she just leave me alone, let me wither away in peace? But deep down, seeing her again sparked a tiny flicker of hope, one I didn't want to acknowledge. I didn't want to drag her into my mess, into the hell I was living.
"You're a mad woman!" I spat the words out, but my eyes betrayed me. I was glad to see her, even though I'd never admit it.
"And you're a bastard," she shot back, her voice trembling with anger. "Do you want to die that badly?"
Her words were loud, too loud, so I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. But it was too late. Dada had heard the commotion and stepped out of his room. He'd been holed up in there since Mother passed, still mourning her loss.
When he saw a beautiful woman in our home, he was visibly surprised.
"Who's this, Viv?" he asked, his tone curious. Before I could come up with a lie, Amara removed my hand from her mouth and spoke.
"His girlfriend," she said with a smile that knocked the wind out of me. I was shocked, to say the least, but our proximity only made her claim more convincing.
"Good evening," she greeted Dada with a respectful bow of her head.
He smiled warmly in return.
"She's a vixen," I muttered under my breath, loud enough for them both to hear. Dada's face darkened, and he gave me a stern look.
"Is this how you talk to women? To your girlfriend?" His voice was cold, disapproving.
"Yes, he annoys me a lot, Dad," Amara chimed in, backing me up in the most infuriating way possible. Dad? Since when did she get so comfortable?
Without thinking, I scooped her up in my arms, ignoring her startled gasp. "I won't get her pregnant, don't worry," I shouted over my shoulder as I carried her into my room, slamming the door shut behind us.
"Put me down, Vivian!" she demanded, but I held her tighter, enjoying how easily I could handle her. She was light as a feather.
"You brought it to yourself, girlfriend!" When I finally set her down, I had her cornered against the wall, our bodies too close for comfort. Anger surged through me as I glared down at her. "Are you in love with me or something?" I growled.
"I'm going to throw up," she shot back, her defiance making her all the more intriguing.
"Already? I haven't even done anything yet," I teased, my voice laced with a dark amusement.
But her expression shifted, growing serious. "Why did you skip your appointments, Vivian? You know
how important they are."
"Vani's with Agastya. I want to die now," I confessed, the pain in my
voice raw and real.
Hearing this, Amara's eyes flashed with anger, and before I knew it, she slapped me, hard.
"Your parents didn't give birth to you just so you could throw your life away for some girl!" she snapped, her words slicing through me like a knife. I felt my temper flare, and before I could stop myself, I pinned her against the wall, letting my frustration and fury pour out.
"If you were a man, I'd make you regret every word you just said," I hissed, my face inches from hers.
"Oh, wow. It's the 21st century. Don't be sexist. Beat me. Come on, already!" she taunted, her eyes blazing with defiance.
Instead of hitting her, I cupped her face roughly, pulling her closer. "A man should be beaten, and a woman like you should be fucked," I growled, the tension between us palpable.
For a moment, our eyes locked, the anger melting into something far more dangerous. Our lips were so close, I could feel her breath on my skin.
But then reality crashed down on me, and I realized what I was doing. I released her, stepping back in horror at my own actions.
"I'll get you something to drink," I muttered, desperate to escape the room, to escape her. I needed space, time to think about what the hell just happened.
As I left the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was spiraling out of control, and I had no idea how to stop it.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Anyone wants Amara's POV? Stay tuned the upcoming chapters are going to be interesting.
