"I don't want you. I don't think so."
I bang on the door hard enough for it to fall off its hinges. That fucking psychopath! I was right about her. She is a witch! The demonic bitch that does the most unhinged things. The door opens and a wide eyed Joe stares at me. "What is wrong with you?!"
"What is wrong with your fucking roommate?!" I scream back. Not my fault, she screamed first. "Do not go there. You've said enough this morning!" Oh I-
Harold pulls me back. How did he catch up with me this quick? "Faisal stop it!"
"What is happening here?" We all turn and there she is. The queen of bitches. Bloodsucking leech! A fucking parasite. "I hate you." I grit in her direction. She looks at me in boredom. "As if I haven't heard that most of my life from you."
Her dismissal boils my blood even more. "How dare you do-"
"Scream less you fucking conceited dickhead! This is my apartment, not yours! Get the fuck out of here!"
"And that was my fucking bike! The bike you fucking torched! How dare you do that?! Do you know how much it costs?!"
"Not more than my dignity! One that you decided to walk all over this morning! I thought you were familiar with this Faisal. You fight me, I'll fight back much harder." I push out of Harold's hold and stomp closer to her. The other two simply watch us with a gaping mouth.
I stop one step away from Ananya, staring into her fucking soul so I can get my point across. I know her. We are enemies, we've always been so we've kept each other closer than any friends. I can look at her and know what she is fucking thinking.
She stands straight, her glare trained right on my face to appear strong but I know better. Behind that strong facade is a scared little girl who is worried that if I go to the cops, she will have to pay more money to me than she has to the bank for her fucking loan. I can get her indebted to me for fucking eternity. And if I was a good man, I would let her go, considering us even.
But I am not a good man.
"You'll be in so much shit now Ananya. I'm going to the cops, and you'll pay for that bike with your own blood and tears." It moves her. Her sharp inhale just gives away her fear and I want to fucking throw a party. I have her right where I want her.
Though she takes the step I left. Stands against me toe to toe and raises her chin up. "And how much to you want?"
"8 million." I think something falls behind me but I don't turn. "Lucky for you, I mean in rupees." She grinds her jaw. She doesn't have that kind of money, I'm well aware. She is well aware.
"You made your choice Ananya. Now you'll pay for it. I was actually coming here to apologise to you, but you ruined it for yourself."
"I still haven't heard the apology."
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