#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions.
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"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in...
I saw someone writing "DOUBLE UPDATE toh de diya karo kabi author" so, here is the update.
Keep your tissues ready and handy🤎
Happy Reading🤎💌 ------------------------------------------------- इश्क़ दी बाजियाँ, जीतियाँ न हारियाँ जान से लग गयीं, जान की यारियाँ -------------------------------------------------
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"I don't want to talk to you, Shreya." Hi voice echoed in the living room making me flinch by his sudden outburst.
And I couldn't snap at him. My eyes started to get teary but I held my tears back.
His eyes softened suddenly and his cold face was back on.
"Shreya, I'm busy. I can't talk now, " he said again, this time softly.
I nodded and came out of the room. Fuck. This is gonna be difficult because his actions now deeply affect me and if any wrong it hurts me with double speed.
I sat on the dinning seat waiting for him come out. My stomach was growling because I was starving.
"Aur madarchod Oberoi ke utha aaj uske ghar se. Saale ne gandgi machai hai." I heard him spitting a line of curses and moving out of the penthouse.
I ran behind him to stop him but he was already gone. I went to the balcony outside the porch to call him but his phone was already glued to his ear.
Yeh admi mera dimaag phaad dega kisi din. I muttered it under my breath and moved inside the house.
Bronnie lay lazily near the couch and I sat beside him.
