Your POV
I smiled generously, so wide that it moistened my eyes, making them weary and leading to my embarrassment in front of a people, I barely knew, and even if I did, it was formal.
I didn't want anyone to see my lips twitch and eyes red with tears of sorrow brimming down my cheeks. I had to get my inner self together. But with him, with him right in front of my eyes, it was hard. Really hard. It was like a battle inside me, a ravaging fight, between my heart which wanted him, needed him and my brain which said no every time, tried to suppress the stubborn idiotic heart, but fell short of power everytime. The heart's desire and love for him was too strong to let go. Between all this Chaos and dilemma tearing me apart on the inside, I'd face him, a part of me happy and the other mourning over the heap of pain.
Virat Kohli- the top class cricketer and unfortuantely my business partner turned best friend, who was the same person I'd fallen in love with. The only problem was that he'd love someone else, and dated her too.
Yes you got me right. That ugly romantic cliché triangle. You know that feeling? That you know that it's stupid and crazy but still you do it because your heart wants to do it? Like you've got your brain out there trying to save you from failing off that cliff but then you have your heart doing it in the sake of adventure and love and all those abstract shit!
So coming back Virat! Yeah so he and his girlfriend are a total-idk what they call- made for each other types and all-cute couple. She's a model, very hot, perfect 36-28-36 figure with big eyes and toned and sculpted face and unlike other models doesn't look like a giraffe next to him. Why wouldn't he date her?! Everyone wants to hold her by her waist and whisper those three magical words in her soft ears...!
"Oh so romantic!"well that's what people say
You might be thinking how do I know so well in detail about her? All thanks to that same idiot who floods me with all her statistics and their adventures. Like all that stuff you wouldn't want to hear, specially when he is the damn person you're in love with! Sometimes I feel like puking after hearing their romantics from his mouth.
Like God, you could just help me in one way, by not making him my best friend out business partner. Just one small thing! First you make such an irresistible,hot,cute and amazing person like him, then you send it to me. Okay fine till then. But why make him my business partner and best Friend!? Okay even that you did, now why the hell did you make that model his girlfriend?! Why?
"Hey,Chandler" Virat poked me
"What, Joey?" I snuffed removing his hand which were holding my arms
Yeah that's what we called each other. But he didn't knew that in this case, my joey was only my Monica.
"Listen na" he dragged me closer, leading us somewhere into the dark and less crowded
"I'm listening" i crossed my hands
"I'm thinking of taking Avantika out tonight" he smiled goofily
"Where?" I asked
"That's what I'm asking you. Like should I take her home, or some hotel, or some long drive" he scratched his head
"Hotel I guess." I said unsure. Like I was not the person you would want to take relationship advice from, but then you had Mr.Kohli, asking me for all these stuff.
"Okay! Which?"
"What which one! Now next are you going to ask me which condom to use?" I spatted angry
"Oyee why are you getting angry Tigress?" He cooed cupping my face
Yeah! Tigress- another name. There are many :)
"Nahi yaar. Why do you always find me to ask all this?"
"Cause you're my best-friend!" He cheered hitting me with his elbow
"Ouch! Mereko Lage hua tha yaha pe!"
"Sorry!" He said rubbing my elbow
"Idiot" I retorted
"Which one?"
"JW Marriott" I sighed
"Okay! Bye" he kissed my cheeks and walked away
Look at me! There I am suggesting hotels to the man I loved to take some other woman over there only to pamper and treat her the way I wanted to be loved by him. I was only helping him winning over her heart, while I wanted him to win mine. I helped him catch her when i was the catch he wasn't supposed to ever miss. I was helping her be his everything of which I'd slept sleepless nights dreaming of. I'd just helping him walk farther away from me, and burying myself into the pain of loving someone who'd never love you back. I was basically digging my own grave in which I'd never be able to rest in peace.
I'm so fucked up in my head and all these parties only make it worse. I'm getting out of here now.
On my way back home all I thought about was how Avantika would jump out of happiness and hug him while jumping. How both of them would enjoy their time together, and have a intimate quality time. Ughh why am I thinking about all this! I didn't hated that girl, it's just that his boyfriend turned out to be the man I loved!
Amongst all my thoughts I had reached my home and rushed up straight into the shower.
1:00am-read my bedroom clock was I stared at it blankly unable to sleep. I danced right to left, changing positions constantly.
I called my Joey who somehow always managed to get me to sleep but he didn't pick up. Busy with-
He's stuck in my head.
All this not easy. I can't bare it anymore. I have to do something.
Note: India vs England! India slaying! 😎😎😎
What will the protagonist do? What's going to happen next?
Next part coming up
PS: I suck at creating suspense. I know there's no suspense but still pretended to be curious, please.
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~Sany
