Endgame | ✓

13. Sick Of The Charades.

author's note | an insight into advay's character! let me know what do you think of him! also, if you've noticed there's a change of voices after every six chapters. we're probably in the last six chapters so the last leg of this book is going to be from anushka's pov!

~ANUSHKA~

13. Sick Of The Charades

I WAS BEYOND CONFUSED at the question posed by Virat. "What girl? Who savior? What are you talking about, Virat?"

Virat shook his head, his expressions showing his eagerness dissolving as fast as they formed. "Nothing actually," he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, managing to look adorable.

I sighed painfully because I knew this was going to be the last time I would be seeing him. The last wish. The last dance. The last meal.

"Anushka," his voice broke my trance. "Do you think it's actually love when you keep on reminding yourself that you love that person?"

It was a question so personal for me; like the question was a second skin to me. Wasn't I asking myself this question ever since Virat had kissed me. That I loved Advay.

"I guess, it is. You often get distracted by the things going on around you and that's why you've to keep reminding yourself that you do love the person you love." Or think you love.

Virat heaved a sigh of relief. "So maybe, I do love Nikita after all."

Yes, you love her. Not me. It was such a simple story, except it wasn't. My throat lodged with a sob, and I felt my vocal cords tightening and wounded so tightly that no sound escaped me.

I was so sick of the charades. So sick of getting my heart broken time and again, every time I talked to Virat. "And you love Advay?" His brown eyes studied me intently, like he was trying to drag answers out of me just my mere sight alone. Not going to lie, he looked intimidating, and it felt as if my answer did affect his emotions on a magnificent scale. Just like his did - to mine.

"Of course," I shrugged, bringing my palms around my shoulders. Suddenly, the idea of wearing a short, sleeveless white dress in this breezy weather felt a very bad idea. The air and Virat himself is wicking away my heat faster than my body can replace it. Love truly leaves you exhausted and cold.

"Mm, that's great! So there's no confusion regarding this, isn't it?" he asked, his flattening into a thin line. I almost want to laugh at the question because we were truly two confused people with out hormones all over the place. Nothing in our life was constant, not the two of us, neither Advay and Nikita, nor the feelings we bore for each other, absolutely nothing. Romance wasn't even in the equation because there were just too many bittersweet memories and painful realities between the two of us - which would never let us be the endgame.

And I would rather keep it that way.

"Totally," The smile faded from my face when I saw the time. "I've cooked some Classic pasta with white sauce." The declaration itself was enough for Virat and I to run back to the beach house.

The two of us relished the dinner followed by some wine. This time, both of us decided not to push our limits because the last time we did, hadn't ended up well. It was over eleven p.m. when we were reminiscing some of our best childhood memories when I realized Advay might be coming back anytime. "It's getting late for you, isn't it? You should be really be going."

Virat peeked a glance at his watch, and his eyes widened. "Fuck, I've a practice session tomorrow. I should really be running," he mumbled, running a hand through his disheveled hair before giving me a brief hug. I had to remind myself again that I loved Advay and that this was nothing but a friendly hug. "I'll see you, yeah?"