Snapshots

Unforgivable(II)

Previously:

"Why don't you want to let me out of your sight, huh? Why are you always doubting me? What are you afraid of? You think Symmi's after my fame and money? Well, you know what? I think......"

"No........"

"......It's YOU who's after my fame and money!"

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The moment the words were out of his mouth, Virat regretted them.

He could only watch helplessly as a myriad of emotions flitted across Deepika's face. Shock, disbelief, anger, betrayal, and finally, pain, heart-wrenching agony.

"Piku... I'm...."

"Get out!"

Virat started. "What?!"

"Get out!" Deepika whispered, brokenly.

Virat took a step towards her and stretched his arms. "Piku, I didn't mean...."

"NO!"

That single word seemed to have drawn out the strength Deepika had left in her. She turned her back to him and sank to the floor resignedly.

"Don't you apologise! I don't.... I can't..... Just go Virat...", she choked out amid gasps and barely restrained sobs.

Virat didn't have an option. He picked up his car keys and went out the door.

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Virat didn't have a destination in mind as he drove aimlessly through the night. His emotions were so jumbled, he couldn't ascertain a single thought. His heart had broken at the expression on his love's face when he had uttered those dreadful words. He would never be able to forget the look of absolute betrayal that had been in her eyes. It was a look he had sworn never to let any man cause on her. And it crushed him to know he had been the one to cause it.

At the same time, he could not understand Deepika's behaviour. If he knew her at all, and he really hoped he did, she was never one to be unreasonable. She was practical and meticulous, and she would never allow her judgement to be clouded by emotions. Heck, it was one of her so many qualities that attracted him to her. That made it doubly odd that she was so quick to jump to conclusions today. But women, he had heard, could go to any lengths if they were in love, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was Deepika's jealousy acting up.

Virat didn't know what to do. When he looked around himself, he saw he had subconsciously driven to his go-to place when he was upset. It was a small deserted hillock just outside the city, quiet and serene. He came there whenever he had lost an important match or needed to clear his head. Lately, it had been a favourite get-away for him and Deepika.

Deepika.

His whole being felt empty when he thought of her. It was like a piece of him had been torn away. His anger had been ebbing away ever since he had left the house. He wasn't ready to back down yet, but he did regret his harsh words. He had essentially called Deepika a liar and an exploiter, and he couldn't for the life of him understand how he could have been so angry he could even think such thoughts let alone speak them. It was a good thing he had left when he did or he could have said something even worse. He shivered to think of the scenario. He laughed bitterly. Deepika had insisted he get out of the house! Bless her, even in such a situation, she knew what was best for him!

Virat pulled up at the side of the silent road and banged his head repeatedly against the steering wheel. He had royally screwed up the best thing that had happened in his life. He had to fix this. He knew.