The sun filtered through the ripples in the branches, golden ribbons imprinting against the sidewalks. I however am under that tree on a bench, my laptop, wide open, my eyes peering into it. A throng of people walk back and forth near me, murmuring, chatting, giggling, although their talks are nothing more than white noise, as I zero in on this article-no it's not a piece to expose anybody-it's a news article, a project due for school.
It's been two months since the shootout-two months since I saw Vihaan.
I am now in Gargi School of Journalism and, I won't lie, things have been sailing smoothly. I am getting good grades, I have sorta mended my relationship with Amara, and Ma cares for me a lot now. I have a social life in this school, and actually made some friends. They're not as bad as I expected.
As for my father, I decided to let him off the hook for what he did- only because he is paying college my fee.
It's going fine, it really is...
I stretch back from the blue screen, my fingers rearing back from the keyboard.
I try to resist the temptation to check my phone, but that proves to be difficult, when I surrender to my desire.
The phone Vihaan gave me
I call his number-he hasn't picked up the millions of times I called him before-but maybe this time...
"I am sorry the number you're calling seems to be busy"
The lady tells me for the thousandth time and I drop the phone with a sigh.
Foolish, I know right? But what can I do? Each time I see his number on my phone I get the urge to call him. I am not sure what propels me. I have moved on from him-I really have, at least, I hope. But still, one last time, I want to talk to him-one last time.
"I am sorry the number you're calling is busy"
Immediately I exit the app. Her voice and the rejection is unbearable by now
Instead I inhale a deep breath trying to forget about all this . It's fine It's fine
It's' not like I ever liked Vihaan-but he liked me-and I've never experienced love like that before.
And I don't know if I ever will. I've lost my chance with him I know-but still...
I receive a text from Amara
a:We're going to your place after school right?
Exhaling and tearing from my thoughts, I move to text her
But just as I do another text pops up on my screen.
And I swear my blood runs cold.
It's from Ahaan.
I didn't shoot you on the cruise that night -but she did.
Kahani ab tak khatam nahi hua darling
(The story isn't finished yet darling)
Hi, yes it is the end of this book, yes there is a sequel since we don't have a happy ending yet and I know not all questions are answered. It will be coming out based on how this book goes, cuz what is the point if not many people are interested.
But yeah for now at least that is it
I want to thank all my readers for reaching this far sending lots of love❤❤❤
I especially want to thank everyone who votes and commented, your support is what drove me to publish this novel. Thank you all so much!
Btw here is another of my books from my other account if you are interested, but I'll have to warn you that it's much more dark
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