Hua hai aaj pehli baar jo aise Muskuraya hoon, Tumhe dekha toh jana hai ke Kyon duniya me aaya hoon.
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The soft breeze hitting my face is the only thing that's keeping me sane as my car speeds over the highway. My mind id full of confusion. One second I want to run away from that person. And another I like his presence around me, like a warm blanket in the cold winter.
I must be crazy to even feel jealous for him. He the person I hate, but then again he's the only one who provides me a little peace.
And on the other hand , I have a twisted obsession towards revaan. I feel like he can keep me safe, but whenever I cross my paths with viaan I no more feel the same for revaan.
Revaan seems to be happy with his love, so should I just give up on him. No I can't, I need him, I'll get him.
No matter what happens I won't let him go from me. He knows something which he shouldn't know. He did something for me which he shouldn't have and now I'm not letting him go away from me.
Thinking all this I reached my penthouse , as I was about to enter the house it was already unlocked and lighted. So the devil must be here.
Making my way towards the hall I was going to enter my room, when the drops of blood appeared in my sight. A fear raised in my chest unknown to me. Without thinking anything I made way to viaan's room.
And what I saw made my breathe hitched due to lack of oxygen. No, no I can't breathe like this. Please help me.
Viaan was sitting on the bed with blood coated his white crisp shirt, his head down, hands fisted not caring about the injuries present there. How did this happen to him.
But right now I'm not in state to ask him anything, not now atleast. Blood triggers me and it is doing the exact. My body turns clod, while sweat rolling down from my face. My body shivering, knees felt too weak to stand on their own.
My eyes turned blurry, as the vision gets blur. My steps shaking unsure of my actions. I shouldn't feel bad if he is injured. But my heart is not listening my words.
As I started taking steps towards him, memories of past started coming in my head making them lead to tears. No I don't want to be vulnerable in front of him and on top when he himself is looking so vulnerable.
I took one more step towards him, but before I could move more the memories made it so difficult. Without thinking much I ran towards his bathroom, turning on the cold shower. The water descending down my body, is no longer calming me down.
The cry left my throat involuntarily, I feel disgusting. My skin burning and itching. To erase them I scratched my body with no mercy. My arms and neck have cut marks due to my nails.
