He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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"Stop, stop, you fucking traitor. Stop reminding me of those words," I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with frustration. It had been two hours since I left Mahira's room, but her last two sentences kept echoing in my mind.
Why?
What if what she said is true?
Maybe... maybe he still loves me?
A flicker of hope ignited in my chest, but it was snuffed out almost instantly as memories of that incident from two years ago crashed over me like a relentless wave.
You’re mad, Ahana. You’re believing in myths now. Ishaan loves you? No way. He hates you—he's said it so many times that now, I think I hate myself too. He made it clear that he’d never forgive me for our past. His actions... they scream louder than his words ever could.
And yet, Mahira’s words played on a relentless loop in my mind. I couldn’t shake them off. My heart dared to do a little happy dance, clinging to the faintest thread of hope, but my mind fought back, warning me not to trust, not to fall, not to be shattered again.
I knew deep down that if he broke me again, I wouldn’t survive it. I was already fractured beyond repair, hanging by a thread, and one more cut to my heart would be the end. I couldn’t bear to be shattered all over again.
Only I know how I managed to survive two years ago. The agony I endured was like living with a thousand knives stabbed into my body, each one twisting deeper with every passing moment. And whenever his words replayed in my mind, it felt as if someone was cruelly yanking those knives out, only to stab me all over again, harder and deeper.
The scars of that pain still linger, etched into my soul, and the thought of enduring it again terrifies me. I know I won’t have the strength to handle it this time. I barely pieced myself together back then, and now, I’m not sure there’s anything left to fix if I shatter again.
I will prefer death over being broken by him again.
Sometimes storms are better than blooming springs. Atleast I will know everything will be shattered rather than hoping a new life just to be plucked by someone.
Sighing deeply, I grabbed the outfit sprawled across my bed, ready for the pool party. I needed to talk to Ishaan tonight. Maybe I could loop Lakshay into the conversation, keeping Rajveer from suspecting anything. The plan wasn’t crystal clear yet, but for now, I had to focus on getting ready—the loud music echoing through the cruise was already calling me.
I picked out a white bikini with delicate rose detailing, pairing it with a crochet cover-up that flowed elegantly as a skirt and top. To add a touch of charm, I chose my favorite lily earrings, styled my hair into a chic half-updo, and slipped on my oversized sunglasses. Perfect.
I moved on to my skincare routine, slathering on a generous amount of sunscreen to shield my skin from the sun’s intensity. A hint of body highlighter brought a subtle glow, while a swipe of nude lipstick doubled as both lip color and blush, adding the perfect natural flush to my face.
