His Pretended Fianceé

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

'''''Sia''''''

"What the F##k are you two doing?" I screamed unlike myself and emptied the jar of water on the girl with a pixie cut all over again making sure that her partner in crime was drenched too

I so wish that the jar were filled wit tar and not water to ruin her pretty face that she 'd so comfortably stuck in the arms of my fiancé

Okay no need add pretended to the noun

I get it

But this girl is just too much.

I thought her chapter was over in Jaipur but no she has to come all over the way to Delhi and have her claws dug into my man.

Just like a shot leaving a pistol

An arrow leaving its bow

An eagle taking a quick leap for its prey

A teenager running for Zara's season's sale

F##k the metaphors!

Just like that a sling cut my heart... What did I just do

I called him my man

I know we are engaged and he's mine

But the pang of jealousy?

Thousand of alarming bells like Chinese monastery bells ringing around in an echo warning me of caution!

No I need not want an explanation.

It cannot happen

It should not happen

I thought that part of me was dead

But no it is still there drumming in the left of my chest

And it hurts too especially now when I see him, my man holding another girl in his arms.

Can I have the potion form harry Potter that can erase my memory?

That I do not realize what I am feeling

No I shouldn't

I cannot even use the word in my thoughts for myself

But as true as the sun shines every morning

As true as the its dawn every evening

As difficult is it to deny

Equally difficult is to accept is a fact and it has finally dawned on me like a hammer hitting the stone pelting it into two

Have I had the blow of the hammer?

But no this wasn't a one shot thing

He, my man, Sandeep wasn't a stone pelter.

He's an artisan, a craftsman, a sculptor, he with his charm, his character, warmth and honesty that he holds in his eyes has taken them as his tools and with skilled use has scrapped, scaled and plucked the tiny stones or layers of my dark existence being a stone and crafted a mural out of me.

Yes he'd made me alive again

He'd transformed a stone into an intricately designed statue.

Damn that statue is now in love with him

I am in F##king love with him

The signs were there

It was always present