Netra Singh, a career oriented girl who is forced to marry her ex-boyfriend. She hates every cell in his body.She used to love him before he broke her trust and heart by cheating on her. She promised herself that she will never trust him ever again...
He'd lost the only part of his life that made it worth living because of a couple random fucks. How ridiculous."
—Santino Hassell
Moulik:
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I entered my apartment and shut the door with a bang. I was angry.. no furious. The project I was working on since 5 months; to which I was giving my blood and sweat was approved but my father gave it to Viren - Manager. I hate him, he has finally done what he was trying to do since the day I have joined my father's company and that is claiming my work. My hard work. That bastard was always up for grabs. I had heard from my employees about how biased he is, how manipulating he is. But I really hate my dad for giving it to him. He knew that I was the one who worked on the project along with my team. He knew how humiliating and wrong it would be for us if we did not get the project, still he gave it to that dog - Viren.
I paced in my bedroom, pulling out my hair with my fingers but nothing was calming me down. I felt unfair and unloved cuz of what my dad did. I was feeling bad for me but I was feeling worse for my team. They had put a lot of time and work on this project with me, for me. Just because my dad could not stand me, they are suffering. I screamed and kicked the nearby table. It was at times like this that I miss Netra. She was my girlfriend in college. She had this vibe, this spirit that would calm the damn hurricane down. She was the ice to my fire. She was this cute nerd but still stylish kinda girl. She was smart but sometimes naïve. She could recall all the marketing theories but was innocent enough to not understand my flirty signs. I still remember the day when I asked her to tutor me. She stared at me for a minute like she wouldn't believe that I was talking to her. Later when we became a couple, she told me that she was actually shocked and thought I was actually pulling a prank on her. You see we were those cliched couples, the jock and rich guy with scholar nerdy girl. But boy was she sexy! Netra was far from a geek. She looked like a model with her 5'8 height, perfect body, luscious black locks, beautiful eyes and lips so plump that I wanted to kiss 24x7. I used to flirt with her every time and I was shameless about it. She was different from other girls that I used to date or were friends with. She would prefer watching Game of thrones over fashion shows, she would roam in the city streets rather than partying in the club. All and all she was the one who kept me grounded. I used to love to talk to her whenever my dad taunted me or turned me away. She made me feel so much loved and needed that I was motivated to extend even 1 second to my life. She was my safe haven. Everything about her was still engraved in my mind and heart like it was yesterday; especially the day when I finally asked her to be my girlfriend after kissing her for the first time in my bedroom while she was tutoring me.
****Flashback****
".... and that's how we got the markdown price of the commodity" she explained to me while I just watched her lips moving, her slender neck where there was a mole, her collar bone moving down to her cleavage. She was exceptionally beautiful. Without thinking much, I caught her face with my both palms and kissed her. She was still for a moment due to my sudden action, I guess. With the way she was moving her lips, I knew it was her first time being kissed and the knowledge alone gave me immense pleasure. The kiss was mind blowing. It was the best one, the happiness I felt was limitless. It was not just a physical touch, I wanted to show her what she was doing to me. I poured all my passion and desire in the kiss wishing she knew I was forever grateful to her for all her support and understanding. For being my best friend, the one who believed in me. She was almost kissing me back but came to her senses and put both her palms over my shoulders and pushed me away. She stood up pushing the chair she was sitting on slightly back. She touched her kissed lips with her fingers looking at me with a flabbergasted expression. It seemed like she was confused between wanting to kiss me back or to run away from me as far as possible. Obviously, being the newbie in these sorta things she chose the latter. She started collecting her things, putting them in her bag pack.
