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32- "No matter where you go, or whom you be with, you'll never find me."

32- “No matter where you go, or whom you be with, you'll never find me.”

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It hurt.

It really fucking hurt.

As I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling for God knows how many hours, I recalled a conversation I had with a certain ex of Natasha, months ago.

When each breath feels like a million worth of cash, when you wanna rip your heart out because it hurts that fucking much. When love goes out to suffocate you... so much that not even your own dick can stand up to it. That's brutal love to its finest.

Funny how those words I disregarded as over dramatic at one time, felt physically real now. I wondered how anyone who went through that pain survived, because I hell as couldn't. Fuck, even alcohol couldn't help me in ridding off the heaviness in my heart. Hardly a minute went by when I didn't think of Ahana. Hardly a day went by when I didn't cry. Living alone had it perks in this case. Still, I had to shove each hour past my throat to survive. I wished someone could take my place already. It was becoming suffocating to be me. To feel like a year has passed into nothingness, when it had only been days.

I bet losing your job would be better than this. Atleast you would look forward to something else. What did I have to look for? It was yet another day, with yet another reminder of what I lost. I couldn't work properly as a result. Even my collegues were suspicious but they didn't pry much and for once, I was thankful for it.

It wasn't like I didn't contact Ahana. More like how else should I contact her? Whatsapp, Facebook, voice message, SMS, you name it, I've messaged her on every platform possible. Hell, I even called her number thirty times before she placed my number on reject list. And now, that cunning woman blocked me from social sites, too. I felt like banging my head against the wall in frustration.

Ironically, this craziness was the only thing that wasn't letting me give up on Ahana. I would still message her from different numbers and accounts till she was forced to reply. She would mostly tell me to leave her alone and that, we were over for good.

And, then what? I would message her all over again. I was becoming batshit crazy. Despite my desperate efforts, I wasn't getting to her. She was being stubborn as hell, rightfully so, but I couldn't afford to stay this way. I would explode if I didn't do something.

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It took balls to do something like this. To take your car and wait right in front of her workplace. I thought of parking outside her home, but that would have been extreme. I was crazy but I hadn't lost my mind completely. I waited and waited. I noticed some of her employees who passed me by, throwing suspicious glances at me, wondering who the shady man was. Even the security guard was growing suspicious but he didn't confront me since I hadn't parked my car in front of the gate.

My spirits lifted when a figure emerged from the gates, but then, it quickly turned to disappointment. The figure approaching me was definitely familiar, but she wasn't Ahana. Back when Ahana and I were together, Ahana had invited her friend in one of our dates. She was the perfect third wheeler, interrupting our talks and teasing us on to the fullest. She was Nisha, her best friend.

A smile appeared in her sharp edged face. The kind of wry smile that held nothing but resent. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked me in the eye. “There was a time when I wanted to meet you again and give you a tip or two. I certainly didn't expect to meet you this way.”