#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions.
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"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in...
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Abhishek.
It looked like the time froze for a moment and I was just looking at him. He has become more muscular. The trimmed beard gave a compliment to his body and the evident thing on his face was his eyes. There were on me–
But
But
Wha What is he doing here? Why?
I can't can't stand it. I have to go. I can stand here. I saw him taking a step towards me but my reflexes came into action.
I took two steps back and hastily sat in the car. With trembling hands and shaky breath, I revved my engine and turned the car.
I need to reach the apartment as soon as possible. I can't show him that he affects me till now. I can't tell him this.
I chanted this while changing the gears. I looked at the rearview and I could see the Rolls Royce chasing me with other cars behind.
He flickered the lights indicating me to stop but I didn't pay heed. I applied pressure on the pedal and sped up. I can't go to my house. He'd be able to know the address. I can't let him in my place.
With the top gear, I took a sharp turn toward the right lane and sped towards Ayaan’s penthouse. I will be okay with him.
Shreya, don't panic. It's just. You are gonna be okay. He won't hurt you know. You don't have to cry for him.
