JEALOUSY.... A best Therapy (Completed)

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DAY 2 :

Manik's POV :

The morning rays hit my eyes through the Windows and I realized that it was morning. I jerk myself from the bed and headed towards the wardrobe. Grabbing a fresh pair of jeans and a shirt I walked inside the washroom for a warm shower. But all I was thinking was HER and her closeness with Aryaman.

No doubt Aryaman was a good man moreover my brother but seeing HER with him was unbearable.

Eeeerrrrggghhh... The f*cking heart and its f*ckig feelings it hurts... It f*cking hurts.

I cursed myself under breath numerous times and walked out of the bathroom.

I wore my jeans and shirt and searched for my jacket when I remember I gave it to HER. And Aryaman's jacket was on the chair beside my dressing table.

I took the jacket and slowing walked down the dinning. I could hear the gigglings and laughters.

"So Manik ready??" Aryaman asked me excitedly when I took my place on the dinning table.

"For??" I spat back at him raising my eyes brows.

"To go at the Murthy's" he answered and it shook me.
Why the hell he wanted to go again?? Was it not enough what he did yesterday?? Making me feel guilty and hate myself for letting Her move on???

God!!!!

F*ck!!!

"Again??" I questioned him back.

"Probably this whole week." He answered but this time my anger rose to its maximum. I just couldn't control it any more. But I had to.

Control.
Control.

Control.

That was what I was reminding myself all long. But it didn't affect my f*cking heart and feelings.

I just stood up from my chair with a jerk handed Aryaman his jacket and back to my room.

With a great strength and courage I managed to go to the Murthy's.

We reached there and there comes the moment I wasn't interested in or say I was wishing not to come.

She came and sat beside Aryaman. Even though there wasn't enough space beside him and a lot more beside me She chose to side beside Aryaman.

Again my heart felt pain. Needles piercing in it. My chest being stabbed by million knives.

Eeeerrrrggghhhh...

This f*cking feeling was killing me or I would kill someone probably Aryaman, my own brother.

I moved towards them and my fists clenched because they were sitting literally close an inch and she was on his laps. She was laughing on his jokes. That bloody Aryaman and his lame jokes.

Eeeerggghhh....

Control.

Control.

Control.

I again started my controlling class under breath.

The day passed and I was almost going mad with the increasing closeness of them.

I was hating it.

Now I was standing on the terrace and everyone down there were having fun. Enjoying. Playing. Running.