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Frustrated, that's what I am since i received her message yesterday. I don't even know what I am feeling.
I didn't even had the courage to message her back. I want to tell her that come to me don't take to much time but I was not very optimistic that she will listen to me, nor I want to force her. I am not a man of patience but for her I'll tolerate everything.
I don't know why but since this morning I am feeling a impending disaster in the air. I was frustrated, angry, mad, crazy and I can't help it. I assure myself that just one day and she will be back in my arms, in her perfect place.
Knock! Knock!
Before i can reply to the knock, the door flutter open realeaving the woman i least expected.
Agni bhardwaj. My ex-girlfriend, in a very revealing and tight red dress, she came towards me while smirking. She is the baddest bitch I ever known, behind my back she uses me and my money to expand her father business.I felt ominous.
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"What the fuck!! Are you doing here?" I yelled at her. poor low cost whore, "can we sit and talk baby " i cringed when she calls me baby.
"Get out!" I dead-panned standing from my chair. "I came for you anshu" she said placing her flifthy hand on my chest pushing back on the chair. She instantly sits on my lap kissing my neck, before i could hurdles her the door again open.And again the person enters whose i least expected. Sarah, my wife. If the situation had been different I would have been very happy to see her here, but right now it is not at all. SHe wasn't supposed to see all this, she wasn't supposed to know about it like this.
I noticed tears willed up in her eyes. Oh shit! She misunderstands. I looks at Agni smirking at sarah, she was helding the door knob tightly, she took a step back, i hurdles Agni in a swift as she landed on her ass with a sudden yelp.
Fucking bitch! "S-sarah" i whispered.
I rose from my seat for sarah, but she frantically ran away. I ran after after her but someone held my arms "ansh babyy" i cringed at her. I jerked her hand and ran after my wife.
No! No! No! Our relation can't be ruined by this fucking bitch.
I ran outside to find her pressing the lift button furiously, tears flowing down to her cheeks. I had almost reached the spot, but the door of the evacuation machine closed in one jerk. I was dejected watching her run away like that. I can't let this happen.
"Fuck" i cursed and punched the elevator door twice. "Anshuu babyyyy" i heard the most fakes voice. I turn around bewildered with anger i stare at her. She gulps looking at me taking a step back. Her fucking adocity to calls me that dammit nickname.
Suddenly it dawned on me "oh, so it's that your plan". She shook her head furiously "n-no what are you saying baby" she tried to steer the topic and touches my arm but i held it and twisted it as she yelps in pain. She twisted it more hard making her squirm and screaming Lauder.
"You fucking watch it bitch, if i ever you arround here, then I'll not hesitate to put a bullet into your skull" i threatened her. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and head back to my office. I have to find a way to solve this issue. I have to talk to her. I can't let her misunderstood me.
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saransh: Ek junoon
Romance" "Ye dil, ye rooh, ye jism, in sab pe sirf Mera haq h" i said her eyes is widen in both surprise and feared. "Kiska haq h sarah?" I asked. She blink twice then hesitantly said "aapka". I hummm in satisfaction. "To bas bhool jae divorce is Janam me...