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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I stare at my ex who cheated on me just because I didn't want to be in a physical relationship with him.
Who told me I am lame and everyone these days are intimate in a relationship and I am defective for not letting him touch me.
"Your heart is like a block of ice, Nitya. I am your boyfriend and you aren't even letting me kiss you."
Now he's wearing a uniform which looks like the one belongs to this supermarket with a mop in his hand.
"You!" He points at someone and I whip my head to the side to see Aman glaring daggers at Ritesh.
My husband clenches the handle of the trolley he's holding as his knuckles turn white.
"Now it makes sense." Ritesh's eyes grows red in realization and he sends me an accusing stare.
"You are the one who's responsible for my condition!" He points at me.
My brows scrunches in confusion. What is he talking about?
"Get the fuck away." Aman snaps as he holds my arm and pulls me away from my ex.
I plant my feet firmly on the tiles and look at Ritesh in question, "What are you doing here?" I ask him as Aman stands beside me like a wall.
"I lost my job and everything!" He throws his arms up.
My eyes widen, because he loved his job so much. In fact he cheated on me with one of his colleagues.
"How am I responsible for something that you lost?" I ask lifting my chin knowing well that I ain't responsible for any of his life dramas.
Because what we had was only for a few weeks until he demanded to have sex. It was not I was against the idea of being intimate or not, it was simply because I was not ready.
As I rake my eyes over the poor excuse of a man infront of me, who called me names and said that I am defective I am glad that Aman Mehra was my first kiss.
The one where I was willing.
"Who is he?" My furious ex asks me.
I turn towards Aman and tighten my mouth. How am I supposed to answer that?
