" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
"Tell me Baby did he make you feel the same way I did"
He slowly moved his nose on my cheek and grabbed me by my hips...
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" My Ex-girlfriend "
Just two words.
They were enough to slice her heart in two; pain slithered in her nerves as her eyes instantly brimmed with the unshed tears, which were the testimony of the emotions stirring in her fragile heart.
As soon as he uttered the words, not meeting with her eyes, Diya's hold on the top of his hands tightened all of a sudden, her nails digging on his rough and manly skin but not an ounce of pain was visible in the expression he was wearing on his face. If only he let her do that.
She can slice his veins for all he cares; he will let her do that. Because that's reasonable and absolutely understandable. If it were for Diya sharing a chunk of her past with Advait that involved another man, he'd dispatch a search team so that he could personally kill that guy and make him beg and cry for the pain he caused his woman in the past. Worst, he would have murdered the guy in cold blood and put his dead body on fire so that he could take his own time enjoying the scene of that bastard's body reduced to ashes.
Those were the murderous thoughts that crashed in his brain as soon as he put her in his position so the little pain he is getting in return for opening up to her is nothing in front of the pain of knowing your partner's involvement with another man. The thought gutted him. Hard. Enough to make him shatter everything into nothing. When her hold neutralized, he took as his cue to continue and she stayed frozen at her place, trying to cope with everything.
Advait finally met with her painful gaze that made his heart clench and mind swirl with emotions that he never felt before.
Pain.
Guilt.
Regret.
" I was 21...In my 1st year of MBA and she was in her 1st year of BBFM, Bachelor of Fashion Management. A one-time program exchange student from Japan who came to the university where I was studying in Australia to complete her bachelor's. " Advait paused when he noticed Diya's jaw clenched, eyes glued at her feet, but she never demanded he stop. But her lack of speaking and emotions was making him feel anxious.
What happens if, upon hearing his story, she decides to give a chance to their relationship?
What if she realizes what a disappointment he has been in the past and rejects his despicable and oppressive behavior?
Diya, all of a sudden, after she noticed that he wasnt continuing his words, she ushered him through her eyes as she blinked at him in assurance that she was capable to digesting his words without any hurdle or pain but that was far from the said case.
" She was an optimistic whirlwind, annoyingly clingy, and completely unfiltered in her speech-she would blurt out whatever was on her mind without a second thought. Our paths crossed when I was hurrying toward the library, intent on gathering the materials I needed for my upcoming viva in Business Studies. As I navigated the corridor, I spotted her standing there, arms full of gaudy decorative items and a bunch of shiny cloth rolls that were far too glittery for my taste. One of those overly sparkly fabrics caught my eye, and I glanced back at her, noticing the group of students surrounding her. I could feel someone's intense gaze boring into the back of my head, which only made me more eager to escape.
