𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | Preeran ✓

The storm | chapter seven

 ➳ C H A P T E R  S E V E N
the storm.
preeta's pov
― ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ―

"Hello, Preeta."

His voice sent chill through my spine and I shuddered. It's been years since I've talk to him, face to face and It's quite terrifying. His face features didn't changed. He had the same, charming and 'the karan luthra' smile on his lips and he's getting hotter day by day. Oops, shouldn't have said that.

"Hello, Karan," I replied, as I was watching him intently. We had the same fire, passion in our eyes like before, in our university days. We both were insperable. I don't want to face him. Hell, I don't even want to look at him. He's a beast, or precisely a monster. "Look, Karan, I'm really not in a mood to talk with you, now. Or maybe in the future, too. It's been years, since―" I abruptly stopped and sipped my wine.

"Since?" He teased with a smirk. I snorted. I'm not easily falling for his traits, to irritate the hell out of me. He smirked and sipped his red wine, piercing his gaze into mine. His dark brown chocolaty eyes always woo's me in many ways. He has some electrifying intensity in those eyes of his. Neither we can get in, nor we can get out.

"Since our breakup," I spat with so much hate, that he flinched. Good, no, better. He had no right to breakup with me, when I was in my most vulnerable state. Even though, I didn't told him about my pregnancy that day, I don't regret it. I never did, because Amyra don't deserve a father like him. A monsterous father like him.

"You're still not over it, are you?" He asked, placing his warm hand on my cold ones. I raised my eyebrow, before taking it out from his filthy grasp. He gulped, when I shook my head, negatively.

"Ofcourse, I'm over it, Karan. But; I still don't get the fact, that why do you have to breakup with me. I'm not asking you this question, just because I'm hurt or something - but, out of curiosity, you know." I let it out cooly, but inside I'm freaking out. My legs were shaking, but no one could see the shaking of my legs, because I'm litreally wearing a long gown.

He looked at me, intently, trying to find vulnerability in my eyes. He won't find any. "Like I said, seven years ago, it was all about a bet. I only dated - because of a bet. I didn't know that you would fall for me so easily, Preeta. I mean, I know I'm all handsome and stuff, but really? Couldn't stop yourself, huh? I don't blame you, though."

Disgusting would be the word I would use for the man infront of me. I can't believe myself, I mean I know this guy's a vixen and a disbelief. I snorted and sipped the wine and glared at him. "I know right, I can't believe I actually was in love with a man whore, like you, Karan."

His eyes darkened and sadness engulfed them, before a mischievous hint took over him, again. "So, you're in love with me, then?"

I rolled my eyes. "There's a different between 'was' and 'is' karan."

"But, those days were fun, you know. Being in the fake relationship and a clingy girlfriend, with all the dudes - being the idol for the freshman and.." he trailed with a smirk and I know where this shit is going to. I rolled my eyes and abruptly stood up, kicking the chair behind me. I took my bag and moved outside.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was wiping them, continuously like a wiper. His words stabbed me deep in my chest. I thought...he loved me. A true love, like the normal relationships had or have. I don't know where I was walking, until I was near the dead end. I sighed and sat on the bench nearby.

It's midnight and the moon, stars were sparkling brightly in the night sky. I missed me. I missed my old self, chirpy self. Before I could get up, Someone hit me from behind and all I could see was darkness.

― ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ―
a u t h o r 's  n o t e
kalachashmas.

hey! here's the chapter seven. a cliff-hanger, as usual (if your my old reader, you'll know.) thank you for the immense love on this book. ily all! don't forget to vote, comment & share. 💘