Yours, Mrs. Neighbour ( Hiatus )

"... I flipped through the pages of your diary, turns out, its the first book I completed..." He paused for a while which made me turn to face him. He read my personal diary!
"I flipped through the pages of your diary and in each word I found us. I'm no philosophical or poetic like you. I guess that's why whenever I try to be poetic about what I feel, the words get jumbled in my head and I can't think straight. The only words I can string together are I love you. No big monologues, just a simple question. Will you be my Mrs. Neighbor?" He completed leaving me speechless.
"Perfect! Mr. Neighbor. You are so good at proposing, I didn't know that. Tara will surely be impressed by such words. But don't forget to replace that last word. Cool?" I said with a happy face to sound as cheerful as possible while deep down the tears were dying to come out.
"To whom are you fooling Sameeksha? We both know these words are not for Tara." He said walking towards me. This was the first time he called me by my name. My heartbeat started racing faster.
"I don't deserve such words Mr. Neighbor. Love will never be good enough for me. And loving you will be the worst mistake of my life." I lied trying my best to control my tears. I turned my back to him so that he can't see my brimming eyes. I knew that this was end of our friendship. Our peace. Our talks. Our comfort. Our every damn little thing. I guess hurting someone for their good is not bad. He deserves someone way better than me. He deserves someone who respect this pure thing called love unlike me.
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Meet Sameeksha Zafar, a 23 years old philosopher and the one who hates love. Just like the meaning of her name, so was her life, summarized in just few things.
Meet Sumedh Singhania, 23 years old rich but not a spoilt brat and the one who loves love.
What will happen when this love lover's life will collide with love Hater's life? Will they live happily ever after? Nah! Some stories look pretty if they remain incomplete...