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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*RANVIJAY'S POV*:-
I couldn't breathe.
My heart burned like wildfire the moment I witnessed the CCTV recording outside Nishtha's apartment at Connecticut.
I rewatched the video like it was nothing, but my insides were on fire.
Juliet Roses were kept there, not one, not two but a whole bouquet of 999 roses. The hues of pink were prominent even in the darkness of the night when the man had put up a complete show for Nishtha but before she would even get a hint of it, I had Khanna and the other guards clean it all up.
The camera had caught a man in black set up the whole dramatics.
Through detailed investigation of the video the man was recognised to be the same person who had tried to dash Nishtha on the motorbike outside Aarav'a school.
The tattoo on his ankle- a snake wound around a football.
The same man. He was the one on the bike, he has followed Nishtha to the USA.
Something inside me snapped. Like a switch being flipped on, or like a dam breaking after years of trying to holding back the rigourous flow.
My fist unconciously tightens around the phone, my fingers twitched itching for some action. And then for a full second, I stare blankly at the device in my hand, my mind flashing me with images I don't wish to see ever-Nishtha alone, Nishtha scared but still keeping it to herself, him watching her from the shadows of darkness and smirking at her misery.
My mind went crazy. Nishtha was peace and no one disrupts peace, especially when it was mine.
It snapped the last piece of patience I held.
I hurled the phone across the room before I even realize I've moved. The device smashes against the wall, and now it was just a useless piece of plastic and glass.
Good.
I exhaled a sharp breath hoping thag this would bring me little calm. But then again, those quick flashes of Nishtha made me lose my calm.
My chest hissed with a burning rage.
Not with fear. No, fear was something colder, more silent. This emotion evoked the lethal side of me. This was fire, demanding destruction-rage, scorching and pure.
I paced to and fro in the room, like a caged animal, my thoughts spiraling like hazed smoke.
That bastard. That fu*king coward !
Crossing borders now ? Huh !
My hand hit the edge of the table, the antique vase flew across the room, crashing to the marble floor.
