Chapter 41: Reasons

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A b h i r

She is back

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She is back.

My Aayat is back.

She didn't leave as I expected her to instead she came back. She is here right in front of me looking like the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on.

Would I cross any boundaries, if I just go and hug her? Just one.

Like you did anything good do deserve that one hug.

I didn't..instead I pushed her away. The only way she would hate me is this.

"So how are you Abhir?" A shrill voice reaches my ear breaking my trance and my eyes snap to the woman sitting infront of me.

"I am good." I replied sternly giving her an uninterested look.

"Well, well what's with your sour mood? Look at us. Together after months." She signals at us passing me a oh so sweet look.

Together. My foot.

Aayat has already left the cabin. And I hate to think about the moment when this woman hugged me and I didn't even push her away. It must have hurt her.

I was too lost gazing at my angel that Ayesha's action couldn't even distract me staring at her. Wish I could go back and change just delete those or rather change it.
Well if I could I had a list of moments I would want to change and repent my actions.
And not fucking up my relationship with Aayat tops the damn list.

"Yeah!! After months. Seeing that you have been busy with the judiciaries from a while." I reply sharply, giving her an intense look and she shifts uncomfortably on her chair.

She cleared her throat and breaks the silence, might be finding words to explain her act or shield herself.

"I..I...yeah..I mean I have been busy with the wedding stuff you know and wrap things up." She stuttered, offcourse she will.

"Even after you have been ditched by your future husband..oh sorry- ex future husband." Her face burns red with embarrassment as she register my words and I just enjoy the freaking show.

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