Just My P.A.

8~ Wrong decisions?!

" I give you something......you give me a bit of you...."

"Its my life...shouldn't matter to you how I spend my night's..."

" I'll ruin you Manik Malhotra....and then you would know how it feels when you get betrayed my someone close....."

"Betrayed by someone close...."

"Betrayed......"

"Betrayed......"

"Damn! Alya!!....." I screamed smashing the photo frame kept on the side table of my bed; breaking it into pieces.

The flashbacks of May came back to me. Out of all the people. She. She did that with me.

"Why?!" I screamed, my eyes burning with tears and there I was again. Sitting there and remembering the past.

She and I. We shared such a strong bond. And she. I couldn't believe when the truth came out. The things that appeared to be holding me together were the ones to tear me apart. I wish it was all a lie. I wish we were back the same ways as before. But now. No more. Things had changed. There were no more sweet talk. And precisely none of the others knew why we broke up except Cabir cause I knew they wouldn't let her stay here then.

But why her?! Why?!

"She gave out our song..." I said looking down clutching the bed sheet as tight as possible-draining all my anger. I needed ways to calm down.

"You did that...."

"Out of everyone...you.....my Alya...."

I lay down on the bed and looked up at the white ceiling above me. I was tired. I closed my eyes shut and that's when the second thing started to bother me.

Nandini.

What was she doing with Harshad?! How did she know her?! Were they really the friends?! And was the cut accidental?!

I had too many questions flooding inside my brain.

"I need to keep a check on her..." I murmured to myself, taking in a deep breath one last time before I finally dozzed off.

Couldn't let more people mess with my life.

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Sometimes what you want is not you get. Sometimes what you get is not what you want. Things happen for a reason. Reasons not known to us at times. Irrelevant at first but only when we do attach with it do we realise how important it was and why it all happened at the first place.

Standing infront of the mirror I viewed the cut on my forehead. My fingers reached where it hurt and suprisingly my lips curved into a smile. Why?! I do not know.

Maybe because for the first time I wasn't man handled. Or maybe because sir genuninely asked about the cut.

"Sir....." I whispered as I pulled my arm back down.

"Manik....." and I could see myself smiling again.

Why did such a small concern bother me?! Why did I have to think about how he remembered how I looked the day before?! I had various questions flying across mind and all were answered with smiles only when did the door open and I was back to square one. Just where I was. The same old trauma. The same old fright. All the S-A-M-E !

"Decided honey bunch?! " asked Harshad as he leaned by the door.

I viewed his reflection on the mirror and looked down.