Kiera!
You effing B***h, I say digging my nails into a tight fist.
Amit quickly pulls his trousers over and charges towards me.
Riya you weren't supposed to be home tonight right? He says shamelessly.
And with all my strength that remained after the wrecking events, I punch right into his nose.
He tosses back and takes a minute to return to his senses. His nose was bleeding.
After I see this, you have the nerve to ask me why I'm home? I disgustingly look at that Blonde on the bed, still covering her not so worthy dignity behind the white bed sheets.
You were not expecting me here, isn't it? I question Kiera who was actually very shocked to know I was related to Amit.
Look I can explain this? Amit walks towards me, his one hand holding his bleeding nose.
Don't touch me, you filthy pig. I take a step back from Amit. And go to hell with your explanations.
And you leave my house right now? I say to Kiera.
This was not done here; I and Amit are going to have a long night argument about this.Infidelity!
Kiera walks out of the washroom and prepares to leave the house.
I stand beside the fireplace with my arms crossed across my chest. She comes and stands behind me.
How unfortunate Riya? She laughs at my misery.
I turn around and look right into her eyes. The burning fire in the hearth reflects in my eyes.
She continues, I'm sure you couldn't save your job and now this?, she pretends being sorry. How are you going to save your fianc?, he seems to be really in love with me more then you.
She teases me again.
And without a thought I slap her right and left on her face and then finally wrap it up with a punch straight on her nose. Go to hell!
She swears at me, holding her nose and shamelessly makes her exit out of the apartment.
I recall and try to connect the dots; that the road side Romeo and the charming guy Monica mentioned was Amit.
Just then Amit returns to me with a bandage on his nose.
I'm sorry Ri, and he tries to embrace me from behind. Instantly I shift aside.
Don't even let your breath get closer to me. I warn him angrily.
Baby, I was bewitched my that woman. He now starts with the blame games. I know!
And I step ahead, with my clenched teeth and say, and for how many month have you been bewitched by that witch?
I.. he stammers.
He digs his head down in shame, and says, it's been two months we're seeing each other. I first saw her on our engagement night. She was breath taking. That night we went out and...
Catching my angry look at him, he stops his fairy tale story abruptly.
You were dating each other from the day we were engaged? I question.
And let me guess, it was you who got me drunk that night so that I don't remember anything about your disgusting actions? I reason out and stress on every word I say.
He nods.
I sigh out an angry breath.
Then why are you even in a relationship with me? I say to him, as my head reels with millions of thoughts. This engagement fiasco doesn't make sense. I say.
