First book in the " FORCED " Series.
A story of a girl giving second chance to happiness.
𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚
𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢
𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕...
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I've called her 500 times and she just won't pick .
I know she is mad , i mean she should be , but it was not my mistake, she shouldn't have slapped me.
To be more precise, walking away from me was the worst decision she could ever make .
ANAND WAS CONTINUOUSLY TEXTING ME ,ASKING ABOUT HER .
I asked him to wait if he wanted her back , I had hoped that within two months she would've trusted me a little but things have gone messy and I need more time .
He can wait I'm not going to kill her . This thought hasn't crossed my mind even once after the night in the club .
It's peculiar but not bad cuz murder is not a good thing.
What , what am I even speaking.
I'm out of my head .
This girl really affects my thinking abilities adversely.
I grabbed my car's keys in my hand , and before leaving i dialed her number for the last time .
Okay let's give her a visit .
I drove my car straight away to her apartment. I've memorized each and every turn , I bet she still needs Google maps .
I parked my car infront of her gate , where she has placed a big notice saying parking not allowed.
Nevermind.
I approached towards the door and rang the bell. Everything around was so quiet and silent.
It was a sunny day and I was waiting outside her door like a moron.
I pressed the button once more , waited for 5 seconds. Nobody answered.
"Daya Darwaza todo" I said to myself and broke the door .
Still not even a single movement occurred.
Something is not right .There's a discrepancy.
Harshita would've gone mad by this time , if someone intruded in her house like this.
And at that very moment I realised, she's not her.
