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After having a huge brunch and a great time with the guys we returned to the college.

There were only two more classes left. Varun, Mihir and Nadia were too angry on us that we left without them.

Nadia was not the one who prefers to miss the classes for some random fun. Yeah kinda nerd. So it wasn't really tough to cool her down.

Varun was handled by the boys but still he warned to get his revenge. Yes the sweet one. And now Mihir the geek god. It was him who actually protects us from getting into trouble. He is great with tech and all that stuff. But he can be a trouble sometimes but I know the secret to crack him chocolates thankfully I picked a hand full of them while returning.

I still had my palm dressed. It was seeking a lot of attention whole day. I am trying my best to not to tear it away. I am used to small wounds it was not even that painful.

Class turned silent and everyone stood up to wish the faculty. It was FEA now.

It's been over a week now since I returned to college. And this man was the hot news all over the campus. Girls are going crazy behind him. Many popular divas tried their luck on him but rumors say that he ignored them very easily.

Usually it's very rare for those divas facing rejection. I know they are not gonna give up so easily. He's gonna have a tough time. Yeah only if he isn't one of those perv professors who trade marks.

Why would I mind whatever man he's it's none of my business. Why do I care. "Sammy you got many things to care about better you work bon them rather than developing any forbidden crush."

Time moved fast. And all the thoughts ran in my mind were of his. There was no doubt that he was a attractive specimen and those muscles and tattoos made him even more drool worthy. I m not amused that whole college was gushing about him.

I need to get him out of my mind. As soon as the bell rang and he left the class. I took my bag and started moving out without uttering a word to any one.

Nandu was followed me. As he reached me "you can't ride Sammy look at your hand."

" I know you are not gonna leave me alone here pick me near the gate" and I threw my keys to him. He rushed towards the parking lot. I started walking towards the main gate.

I was almost there. Lost in my thoughts I bumped into something actually someone.

As I raised my eyes it was Armaan koli whom I just bumped into. "Sorry" I muttered."

"Are you fine?" He enquired shifting his gaze to my palm. As I lifted my arm I found my palm bleeding. There were blood stains emerging out of the dressing cloth.

"Yeah they are just normal cuts" trying to act casual about it.

He was about to reply something but was cut off by a loud horn. We both turned to the origin of the noise.It was Nandu honking.

"Thanks for the concern have a nice day" saying this I left him behind and rushed to the bike.

I hid my hand behind my back knowing that if Nandu finds it bleeding again he wouldn't hesitate to create a scene. And I didn't want any drama or loud speech on self care here on the gate not at his presence.As I reached the bike and climbed it. Nandu asked what was happening I told him we just bumped into each other. I didn't spare a glance towards the person I left behind as the bike roared.

As we reached den we got in and I closed the door and locked it "uh someone's being naughty" he joked.

"Yeah get your butt here and choose something good to watch" I said walking into the kitchen.

"I thought of clubbing tonight." He shouted from the living room.

"I think someone's wanna them tied up to the couch." It's been more than 4 years since we are friends. I obviously have authority to make him cancel his plans. I never actually planned to do so but today I don't wanna be alone.

"Urgh you remember our deal right I planned to get you laid with some handsome hunk."

"Seriously Nandu." Yes I need to move on but these one night stands don't really help me anymore. Once I used to think it will help me move on but they just turned up to be a rebound.

"It's dosen't work" I cleared. "Ohh girl go get some fun. You started sounding old."

"Old the wine better it tastes" i said pulling out a bottle of red wine and glasses.

He rushed towards me and took away them saying "No clubbing okay but not wine Sammy it's too classy to get squashed." And took out a bottle of strong whiskey.

I raised my hands surrendered and went in to bedroom to bring some pillows and blankets.

He chose to watch final destination. Great choice to get over your heartbreak .(note the sarcasm)

We ordered some Chinese food and spent the evening eating and drinking. It was a perfect chill out for me.

After watching the two installments of the final destination we drifted to talking. Yes talking deep shit. We both were drunk and chattering about our deepest wounds.

"And suddenly then he walked out of my life. everything we shared just felt like a dream. All I was left with was a broken heart and swollen eyes." He narrated his great experience of love for the 60th time in these 6 months.

I never told him to shut up even when we are sober. I don't know why listening something very similar to what we felt from others mouth was reliving. Maybe I was relieved by knowing that yes there was someone else as vulnerable, as shattered as me.

I recalled my story showing him my tattoo "You remember he was a great guy." I slurred. " Yeah the greatest jerk of all time." He taunted. "Don't you dare call him names." I rose up crushing his collar with one hand and holding the tv remote as a knife on his neck with other hand.

"Okay my bad." He surrendered and I left him."I loved him.Alot" I took a breathe as if I realized something " but it wasn't much enough." By this a small tear rolled down to my cheek.

"Stop blaming yourself ,everyone knows how beep he was and you know you don't deserve this." He moved closer and wiped my cheek.

We had this self worth drunk talk for a while before we passed out. We decided to leave our past behind and move on with our broken heart.





Wouldn't we find any men somewhere ahead in our lives who would make our hearts flutter again.

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