#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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I was shaking. My breath, my body, my heart, my soul and every damn fibre in my body was shaking. I locked myself in my room and sat scooted close to the door.
I was sobbing and it felt like a big lump was stuck in my chest. I brought my legs close to my chest and kept my head on my knees crying for my life. The moment I was closing my eyes I could see his face.
Not that the face was haunting me but it was making me remember every little we had and every little thing he did. The flashes were just running fresh in my brain.
The moment I saw him standing near the bar my life stopped. Everything around me was paused and all I could hear was my heartbeat and see was his face.
My heart started to pound the moment his eyes met mine. The dark orbs were not the same, they were even darker. The baggy eyes were evident on his face and the beard made his surroundings dark.
The urge to touch him and cry was real but I couldn’t do it because he damaged me beyond any repair. He stood there watching me and I stood there preparing myself that I didn’t fucking care if he is there or not.
He was affecting me. His presence was affecting and that made me realize that I am still in love with this man who destroyed me but not at any cost, I would not let him do anything to me again. I hated myself for letting him have this power over me but I would not let history repeat.
His words were echoing in my brain. The words in which he looked at me with every emotion and I was tired to even look at him. Why was he doing it? Wasn’t he the one who threw me out?
