"When love strikes, nothing matters anymore."
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Four Families. Eight individuas. Four couples.
As individuals, they have their own identities. But as a couple, they are yet to find the way of life. And it can't be done without the involve...
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"Leave me, idiot!" I whisper screamed when Agastya pushed me against the hard locker, harshly. His burning gaze was fixed on my face and as much as I hated him in the moment, it was hot. And there was a connection between the two of us, an undeniable one.
"What is happening? Tell me Barkha. What do you meant by fiance and what the fuck do you meant by pretence?" He asked me in a whispered tone, probably not wanting the outsiders to hear our conversation.
Or maybe he doesn't wants to be indulged in with someone like you. Another part of my heart said, making it clench. I ignored that part.
"Let me explain first. But honestly, didn't Arhaan tell anything to you?" I asked in disbelief. Agastya looked furious at the moment but it was hard for me to concentrate on the conversation when my hands were on his hard chest, the well defined muscles below making their presence known.
"Where did he came from in between the drama of me and Tina?" His face was Oscar worthy in that moment. I wanted to slap him hard.
"Because Tina first called him to tell him that she's pregnant, when he didn't believe she had no other option but come to you. And the worst part is she is not even pregnant." I told him as earnestly as I could in the heat of the moment.
"What? How do you know that? And why the fuck do you care?" Agastya sent draggers at me, his grip on my elbows tightened on a painful extent. I wanted to slap his hand and run away but instead I was lost in his deep eyes.
He had beautiful eyes.
"Just leave me Agastya!" I snapped at him. His grip was starting to hurt for real now. "Why? Is it painful for you, Barkha? Didn't you say you are my finance?" He asked me, his face coming closer to my face and his tone mocking.
I stared at him, hatred started to fill my eyes. "Then know one thing, dearest future wife, this pain comes in a package with me." He whispered closer to my face.
If I thought Agastya was jerk before, now he's a certified, unmannered bastard.
"Who wants to be your wife, huh. It's a pretense in case you didn't realise. And second thing, I am doing this to protect you from that witch. You better not treat me like shit." I warned him, staring deep in his eyes.
He smirked. This bastard-
"Oh, so my wife wants to protect me? Go ahead wifey, do that. I might get impressed with you." He said sarcastically and that was it. I finally had enough and pushed him away from me, my foot crushing his foot harshly.
"Woaf, feisty enough." He commented and I never felt more insulted before. I was fighting my tears at this point. Oh just how much do I hate this jerk!
"Listen here, girl. I don't care you are my twin's best friend or anything. For me, you are nothing. Don't try to get in my pants by pretending to save me. I am very much capable to look after myself and my matters." He got serious as he said so, his voice sharp as a knife.
