Do we love each other?

Confession

Anya's POV:

My throat burned as I drank alcohol in one sip.

I was not a good mood, not at all.

Have you ever seen an event in which a nobody is getting more attention than the host?

I have not seen, I have felt because in my own event, I felt like a unknown person.

Media was dozing several questions on Armaan and Diya as they entered together.

" Sir, is it true that the person you married is Diya and you made her new CEO of your company because she is your wife."

" Sir, one couple photo."

" You both look very cute together."

" Sir, where will you go on your honeymoon?"

"Sir, from how many years were you and Miss Diya dating?"

" Sir, how you meet Miss Diya?"

" Sir, did your family accepted Miss Diya?"

They both ignored them and entered and now everyone was going to Armaan and Diya to saw congratulations.

" You are looking very beautiful, Miss Diya."

No one said anything about them being married. But everyone complimented Diya as they thought she was now the wife of Armaan.

Even though I am host, no one is paying any attention to me. I was all sour.

How dare she? How dare that bitch?

I went inside the washroom and looked it. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Angry tears falling from my eyes.

I did all the hard work and she got the attention. Why?

Why did Armaan not say anything about her being his wife?

I was so angry. I feel felt like being humiliated, never have I ever felt like that.

I don't feel like staying here, I want to go from here and forgot anything like this happened.

Flashback of Armaan's hand on her waist came in mind.

" Why? Why, Only I have to be the one to suffer. Why, everytime these things happens to me? Once, I think my life is going good, why it have to shatter. Why? Why, can't I live peacefully? First also, many things happened, still I didn't complaint, I kept living my life, how it was. But now, it's getting intolerable, I feel like leaving everything and going far away, were no one knows."

I should go out.

Wait, how does it even matter to anyone if I am out of not? Diya, is there and it's enough.

I looked at myself and saw the same girl, I saw five years ago. Then also I wiped my tears and stood up and now also I will do the same.

Armaan thinks he affects me, no. No one affects me.

I washed my face and re do my makeup.

How did I forgot I was a bad bitch? She caused me trouble, I will cause her double trouble.

I walked out of the washroom.

" Anya!" I looked behind and saw Daniel.

I hugged him.

" How are you?"

" I am fine."

" Then why didn't you come to my marriage and reception?"