𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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"What did I do?" He asks sleepily rubbing his face with his palm.
I push the baggy t-shirt past my knees as he sits straighter balancing his palms on my bed, his bare chest on display.
"Yes! You!" I back away from the bed as I see him wearing only his boxers.
"Why are you in my bed?" I say bending my knees a little to cover my thighs and his eyes lazily traces every inch of my body making me flush from head to toe.
"And... and why are you naked?" I shout glaring at him.
"Why do you think?" He says falling on my bed again with a sigh.
I let out a frustrated sigh. I remember taking shots last night, but everything after that is a blur.
I told myself it was to conquer my fear of alcohol, but deep down, I know I only did it because Aman was there, keeping an eye on me.
What did happen after that?
Did I do something like jump his bones? I would never forgive myself if I did that.
My vision clouds as I sniff and touch my chest. I am not wearing my bra either.
"Heer?" Aman gets up from the bed noticing my tears, "Why are you crying, sweetheart?" He climbs down as I wrap my arms around myself.
"Did we...?" I look away unable to bear the idea of having sex when I am drunk senseless because that is something I wouldn't want to do.
I am currently healing from the mistake I made by drinking in the past, I don't want to add another into that thing.
I know that this is Aman, and both are completely different situations, but I can't fathom the idea of being intimate with someone while drunk.
It's not me.
I shake my head as my face scrunches in agony. I soon open my closet and make a quick work of wearing my pants.
"Did we what?" Aman comes behind me and I close the door of my closet with a thud.
"Get out." My breath grows shallow, "Go." I open the room door and see his clothes strewn all over the floor.
I pick them up and press it against his bare chest.
