Book #1 of Bounded series
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Sign the papers! She said
I'm not into child marriage Miss Mishra! Shaadi karke mujhe jail bhejne ka irada hai? His tone dripped with sarcasm.
"Can't you be serious with me at least for once Avyan?!!"
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YESTERDAY NIGHT!!
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I was looking for Avyan and Aarav when I heard someone crying near the poolside. Why is this person's cries affecting me so much?
Shaking my head I made my way towards the pool when my eyes fell on a beautiful and petite trembling figure.
"Kritika" I gasped and walked towards her.
She was sitting on her knees, desperately looking for something inside the pool.
My steps halted for a brief moment. Kritika? Crying?
That sight alone sent an unfamiliar ache straight through my chest. I had seen her throw tantrums, fake anger, and even pout like a child, but this-this raw vulnerability-I had never witnessed before. And I hated it.
Without thinking twice, I moved toward her, dropping to my knees beside her. "Kritika?" I whispered softly. "What happened?"
"What are you doing here?" I questioned " And why are you crying like that?" Her cries are fucking hurting me.
But why? I hate her!
Right?
She didn't respond. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of her dress, her entire frame shaking as she struggled to control her sobs. I could see her lips part slightly, but no words came out. It was as if the pain had stolen her voice.
Something twisted deep inside me. I didn't know why it hurt to see her like this. Why it felt like her cries were pulling at my very soul. But all I knew was that I couldn't just sit and watch.
"My-my ch-ch" She choked on her words. Her eyes were red due to continuous crying.
"Please don't cry baccha" I wiped her tears and before I could stop myself, the words flew out of my mouth "It's hurting me....alot."
She snapped her face at me. Her eyes were wide, with a flicker of surprise and amusement along with something more softer? Something I couldn't yet decipher.
