In the bustling city of Lucknow, there lived two best friends named Avyansh Malhotra and Hrida Raichand. One fateful day, something happened that changed their friendship forever.
Hate was a strong word, but the animosity between them was palpable.
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The moment I saw him unbuttoning his shirt, my heart stopped.
Shock rippled through me, freezing me in place, before anger surged like a tidal wave, pushing me to stand up, to walk away from this insanity.
But just as I turned, he grabbed me, pulling me back with a force that made my breath hitch.
His eyes bore into mine, dark and unyielding, and he whispered, his voice dripping with something I couldn't quite place,
"You never change."
His words were like a slap, igniting a fire in my chest.
Before I knew it, my hand flew up, connecting with his cheek in a loud, resounding crack that echoed through the hall.
The sting on my palm was nothing compared to the fury coursing through my veins.
How dare he? How could he think that of me?
I grabbed his collar, yanking him close so I could see the red blooming in his eyes, the anger that matched my own.
"What do you think of yourself, huh?" I spat, my voice trembling with the force of my rage.
He glared back, his face a mask of fury. "Leave me. I told you to behave nicely with me," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.
But I couldn't let go.
My hands slammed against his chest in frustration, and before I knew it, tears welled up, spilling over as I whispered,
"You've already ordered me around enough... Did you ever even try to find out the truth? And now you're blaming me for everything?"
Confusion flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by indifference as he said, "I don't care."
That was the breaking point.
The dam burst, and I yelled, my voice shaking with the intensity of my emotions,
"You're blaming me because of that bastard you call him a friend!"
His confusion deepened, but I was too far gone to notice.
The room spun, and I felt my strength wane, but I forced myself to stay upright, to hold onto the anger that was the only thing keeping me conscious.
I stumbled on the sofa, my legs barely holding me up, and screamed,
"You hate me because of what happened! But for your information, I didn't do anything. It was that motherfucker friend of yours he one you trusted more than me!"
He stared at me, bewildered, trying to piece together what I was saying.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, his voice low and edged with something I couldn't quite place.
