"Yes? Please come in"
I looked up to see the most alluring pair of eyes I'd ever seen accompanied by an equally handsome face. His features were not just handsome, he looked beautiful......almost angelic. Well, damn it, he was an angel.
"Hello, I...
*the act of giving vacantly into the distance without thinking anything*
Fifty chapters 🥳🥳🥳🥳 I had no idea I would write 50 chapters for this story. Here it is anyways. Enjoy. 💜💜 Also listen to 'Your eyes tell' guys.
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Saura's POV:
The next two months went ahead with me living in the depths of hell. Satan was probably controlling every move of mine, turning me into a demon too. I had my final exams. My course came to an end and I finally graduated as a doctor with a graduate's degree. It probably would have been the happiest event of my life as I hadn't planned on studying further. I wanted to settle down as a professor, teaching the future doctors .
But ever since that day, I was a walking zombie. The newly joined interns were all warned of my non sociable behavior for the last two months I spent there. Of course, rumors went left and right about my breakup and me not being sad and just retreating into a shell, becoming a cold person. They weren't wrong. That was what I had become.
I had lost my freaking sanity. My body was acting up too, which I understood as side effects of the accident and the fatal blow called 'break up' that my brain had received.
Over the days, I had received quite a few visits from the boys asking me to reconsider our relationship and try to reconcile. The most surprising visit was from him. Yoongi.
*Flashback*
"Saura, um...y...you have a visitor." Mare stuttered and left. I looked up from my book to be met with her back as she was leaving. I saw a head on the sofa from my room.
"Who is it?" I said annoyed. I was preparing for my freaking exams and I really hated distractions. We barely had a month off to study.
"Who?...." I stopped in my steps as I saw him. Yoongi was sitting on my sofa. He gave me a smile as I sat down on the sofa.
"Hello." I greeted him unwillingly. I had to respect him nevertheless.
"What was that? You're making this awkward." He laughed, making me smile. "You know why I'm here. But I am not going to repeat anything the others said." He said. I was tired already of all their efforts. Why wouldn't they give up?
The person who had to make the effort hadn't said a single word to me. Not a single f*cking word. I was really at a loss for words when I hadn't received even a single text from him. As soon as I had left his house that day, I left all the chat rooms that I had with them and deleted and blocked everyone's numbers except his.
I didn't know why. Maybe my desperate self was ready to give him a second chance. Really desperate and shameless when I think of it now. What was I expecting from a guy who called me a gold digging wh*re for being honest to him for a year? That snake.
