GOING THROUGH EDITING AND A BIT OF REWRITING SO I WILL BE UNPUBLISHING THE BOOK AND UPDATING
Note: This is a sequel to What Hurts More? To understand what is happening in this book, you should read the first one!
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Priya's P.O.V.
I was bored out of my mind the entire day. I usually worked with Varun at his office but today I took off because I was moving in with Rahul.
I decided to make Rahul and I dinner. I wonder how he survived these three years. He can barely cook. Knowing him, he probably just orders food outside.
I hear the door open and close, indicating that Rahul was home. I quickly go to greet him and shoot him a smile that he doesn't return.
"Rahul, go and get changed. I made us food so we can eat together," I tell him.
He glares at me with no ounce of love in his eyes for me like he used to have. "Why are you doing this?"
My smile drops at his harsh tone. "What do you mean?"
"This." He points at the food at the dining table.
"I was making myself food so I thought I would just make some extra so you could eat too. It's not a big deal," I try to explain myself. But Rahul interrupts me.
"I've lived alone for the past three years and I've managed to stay alive. I don't need you to come in insert yourself into my life again. You're a guest in this house for 6 months and that is all." Rahul turns around and heads upstairs, leaving me hurt.
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I lived with Rahul for two days and he's managed to drive me crazy already. It was like he was making it more difficult to live with him on purpose.
He would turn the TV loud late at night or leave the kitchen messy. He knows that I am a light sleeper or that I need my living space to be spotless.
Regardless, I kept my calm. He was just pushing my buttons to get a reaction and I won't give him that satisfaction.
Today was Ravi's birthday. My nephews birthday. I loved Ravi to death and so did Rahul. Anandi would always tell me that if Rahul has one soft spot, that it is Ravi.
I wear a fancy chudidar for dinner. I hear the doorbell ring. Rahul would get it I thought as I continue putting in the earring.
The doorbell rings again and I groan. I head downstairs and I open the door. "Aisha!"
"Priya, hi," Aisha greets awkwardly.
"Come in." I open the door wider.
"Where's Rahul?" She questions.
"He's upstairs. Go ahead." This is really awkward but I have to get through this.
Just as Aisha was going upstairs, Rahul comes down the stair, buttoning his shirt.
"Aisha, great you're here." Rahul places a kiss on her lips and I look away as a pang of jealousy goes through me. I fidget my fingers.
"Where's Ravi's gift?" Aisha asks and the realization hits Rahul.
