💔 ECHOS OF HEARTBREAK 💔
✨HIS REVENGE, HER GUILT ✨
I turned my tear filled eyes to papa who was looking at me with disgust and hate. His hatred broke me apart. Whynot he despise me when I'm marrying against his will, staking his reputation?
But I'm...
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"All firsts won't be memorable. Some will be experiences teaching lessons."
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Perfect would be the perfect word to describe my life. Nothing can go wrong because I don't let go. I've planned every single event of my life. I don't like things going out of my hand. All my life I was never a choice to anyone; I'll be the only option. I like it that way.
Fighting for our rights and raising our voices for ourselves was the first step we should take if we want to change something. Dad and mom made Aditi and me strong enough to handle our problems.
I've completed my medicine and am all set for my master's in psychiatry. I aimed to be a child psychiatrist. I wanted to help those innocent souls who don't know what they're going through and can't explain. I was inspired to study psychiatry from my real-life experiences.
Though my dad wants me to study abroad, I don't want to leave everything behind, so I refused to shift.
Now I'm having the time of my life, spending time with family and friends before I shift to Mumbai for college. I like wandering around the city. Why not when your hometown is filled with adventures and explorable thrills?
I was on my way to dad's hotel to meet him. I was driving my car with all my focus, and what caught my attention was someone standing on the rail of the bridge. I was concerned that the person might jump off and kill himself.
I used reverse psychology. When a person doesn't listen straight, then going against them would work. But after knowing he wasn't killing himself, just enjoying the view, I literally wanted to disappear from this world.
Second-hand embarrassment. Shame morphed me, and he left no chance, making me feel awkward. How dare he say I escaped from a mental asylum?
Noted, he's a crackhead and arrogant brat. It's my fault for thinking to save him. Though he's handsome and those striking features were exceptional. He's wearing a leather jacket over a black T-shirt and black jeans. Messy hair fell over his forehead.
But that doesn't make him any less cocky. He's so full of him. Let him die; I don't care for strangers like him. I started to go to the hotel, and annoyingly, he followed me. Is he stalking me? Was he planning to do something bad?
