ONE LAST TIME (Discontinued)

CHAPTER 13

A/N: So sorry for disappearing people! Exams and stuff! 12th is hectic :(

Songs for the Chapter:

Closer: Chainsmokers ft. Halsey

California King Bed: Rihanna

Carousel: Melanie Martinez

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He saw her perched on the topmost step of the entrance of AMA, looking over the vast deserted grounds that bore every evidence of the carnage that had occurred there earlier.

She was still as a statue, unmoving, fixated, showing no signs of life. Only her hair swayed gently in the cold night breeze. He noted with mild disgust that this time her mass of curls was painted a vibrant shade of electric blue, which frankly in his opinion made it look like a poisonous jellyfish had taken over her hair.

But he wasn't going to tell her that. Okay, maybe he would.

Wondering why the hell he was here when he should have been out there, punching the living daylights out of Dhruv, Madhyam made his way down the lobby and up to the flight of stairs.

She showed no indication of registering his presence even when he took a seat on the topmost stair at her opposite end and he thanked his lucky stars that he would be getting to have his quiet solitude after all.

That was what he was here for, only to find Mukti Vardhan encroaching on his space. He was willing to share only if she didn't open her-

"Go away."

Spoken too soon. And spoken exactly in the way he hated it.

"Is your name written on the stairs somewhere?" He asked her caustically.

Her black rimmed eyes widened in confusion, "What? No." She said curtly.

"That's awesome, so shut up and don't tell me what to do." He snapped at her. If she wanted to play rude, he could show her nasty levels of rude.

He was expecting a firebrand reply and he was already working on his next comeback. After all this was the woman who had crashed his bike, fought with him over a table, punched him, fought with him some more etc...etc...the list was endless.

What he got was something more unusual than jellyfish hair.

Silence.

He turned his profile sideways to take a good look at her, to confirm if the strange phenomenon he was witnessing was indeed true.

It was true and and very much worthy of being noted down in history. Also, it startled the hell out of him.

Mukti was crying softly, softly, even using that word anywhere close to Mukti seemed weird. But this really wasn't any of her violent, screeching, banshees screaming crying.

This was legit crying and he rolled his eyes, very well knowing the exact reason.

Oh joy.

"Go on, I'm sure you're finding this funny." She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, cursing loudly when the ghastly rings she wore on her fingers only succeeded in hurting her more.

This time he did laugh.

"Extremely hilarious." He said dryly.

He wasn't kidding. Not exactly. He had always been suspicious about his 'death' ever since that damn phone call with dearest Nandini Murthy (she was the next person on his hit list after he was done with Dhruv) so it wasn't much of a shocker in hindsight but to see the man standing in front of him, all flesh and blood...