Married To Mr.Parth | Completed✔

Chapter 32

Kavya Pov:

"No, I am not moving.", I crossed my hands over my shoulder throwing a scrappy look at her through the windshield.

"Kavya, can you please step out of my way? I really have to be on time -"

"Nothing can stop me from getting my way today, Faiza. You get out of that car right now, or let me get in. In any way around, we really need to talk now. Right now."

She huffed and snapped her head to another side. I took it as a sign of her approval to get inside the car. This girl is driving me nuts, shutting me off everytime I attempt to have a conversation with her. Today is the day, with a determination of not letting her go without an explanation, I opened the door and slid in the passenger side.

"What's going on Faiza? Do you think I am dumb enough to not notice any of your eye-rollings and that poker face you make whenever the boys aren't looking at your way? What's wrong with you Faiza?", I tried to bring my temper under control but I just lost it.

"Oh wow, you're the one to talk.", she twitched her lips in a sarcastic smirk.

"What does that suppose to mean? So I am the bad one here?"

"Of course, you are. Kavya, just be glad that I haven't snapped at you so far or even I haven't spelled a word about you to our friends."

This girl is getting on my nerves, "What about me? What's there about me?"

"Seriously? You are a mysterious girl in our pact with lots of secrets and lies and you had to ask what's there about you? If you try to remind yourself, you can find out that you built our relationship out of your lies. And I am goddamn tired of your innocent acts and lies. Now can you shut the hell up and get out of my car?" My eyes welled up when she shouted the last part straight at my face.

Sometimes words can hurt more. "I just wanted to know why you are avoiding me. I am sorry, I should leave now.", I turned around opening the door before wiping the tears off my face with my dupatta.

"Correct decision. And babe?", she called out but my dignity didn't allow me to turn and look at her face.

In a calm tone she said, "Make sure your Mangalsutra is hidden under your neckline."

Did I hear her right? My whole frame freezed, with my one leg out on the floor, my hands on the door. A chill lump formed on my throat as I was fighting with my tears and I had to gulp down aloud before slowly looking back at her. Her eyes are not directed at my way but I can feel the intensity of them by the way her hands gripping tightly around the steering.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.", she acted cool but I am clever enough to understand she is pissed as hell.

"I am sorry -", she cut me off.

"I don't get it Kavya, I still don't get it.", her tone is low, "In any possible way, did I fail to be a loyal friend to you? Have I ever given you a chance to not have trust on me? Ever?," she looked everywhere but me, "I know it's your life, your personal life and you can decide on what to share with us and what not to. But still don't I deserve to know that my friend is married and leading a whole different life? I don't get it.", she shook her head still not looking right at my eyes. I haven't imagined she would take this to her heart.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry. I was just scared, I am......I ... But you have always been my best friend, you all showed me a whole new world and made sure I never felt left out. It's everyone's dream to have such friends like you in their life, but I am.... I am sorry. I should've at least tried to let you all know the truth. But I am so scared of the truth.", I always felt guilty for lying to my friends and always been ashamed of myself for doing this.