"I'm going back." I pushed my books into the handbag. "I don't feel good.""Should I come?" Kriti asked."No. I will probably sleep." And forget I had even seen him in the first place. I had my own life. He had his own. He was here to complete his studies. He wasn't here for me. "This week. Don't forget.""Pranit is coming?"I nodded with a smile. At least a good news from all the fiasco. "Yes. He got some holidays from work."Leaning down, I slung my handbag across my shoulders and walked out of my class, swishing my pleated floor length skirt across the floor. Why had I thought of wearing this today knowing how much Kabir loved it? Why couldn't I just fucking destroy it?Hanging my hair to one side, I trudged out of the college building and was about to enter my car when I heard him again."Alina, stop!" He caught my hand and turned me around, but I shook it off and glared at the person I loved the most, but all I felt was anger and hatred pulsing through my veins. "Listen to me. Ju
"Pranit?!" I shouted in the canteen.He was sitting in one of the tables in the canteen along with Kriti. He waved his hand at me and signaled me to come over. What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to come few hours before the meet tomorrow?Biting my lower lip, I weaved through the tables and slid opposite to him and next to Kriti."He's really charming," Kriti smirked. "You never told me he's a teacher.""Trainee," He whispered, smiling. "In a college.""Still. Why you teachers are so head bound on torturing us?""Kriti," Hissing, I slapped her arm to behave herself and put my attention on my fake boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"He swallowed his piece of Manchurian. "Surprising my girlfriend." I gave him a look. "One day or another, you need to give in to my advances. You ruin my confidence." Chuckling, I took a piece of Manchurian from his plate and ate. Noddles. Kabir's favorite. I hadn't seen him for two days. Where was he? "So you're my girlfriend.""Fake-girlfriend,"
***"You're late," I said, leaning back into my red lounge seat.He glanced at the watch tied around his wrist and I tried not to show any emotion on how he was wearing the watch I had gifted. Why he still wore it?"Ten minutes, bookworm. Traffic." He settled opposite to me. "You ordered something?""Kabir, we're here to talk." Get over everything we have ever had. You being here was messing with my mind, you close to me was making my palm sweat.He cocked his head to the side. "We've time. Let's eat. Pancakes and Lime soda?""Who eats them at this hour? Have you gone mad?" I arched my brows, amused by how he had said the same thing when he had gone out for the first time because I had fainted in the school halls.Such a long time had passed.Chuckling, he nodded, "Risotto?""Quesadilla for both of us," I smiled wickedly, remembering his hatred for Mexican food. He peered at me for a couple of seconds, hoping I was joking but I shrugged my shoulders and he ordered the same only. "Kabi
[ K A B I R ' S P O V ]Dying the ignition, I stared ahead at the bookstore. "Is this the place?"Deb nodded. "Kriti said it was this. Kabir, it'll be boring," He whined again. "Too many books. She'll be busy."Rolling my eyes, I hopped out of the car and waited for his ass to come out. Who knew Alina had a reader's meet in Bangalore and didn't even care to tell me until I checked her Instagram last night. She had blocked me and I had to make a new account to check it out. Good thing her account was public now.Settling my hair in a place, I locked the car and strolled inside the bookstore to find one corner of the store filled with chairs. Some of them were already occupied while the others were waiting for the readers.My eyes searched for my bookworm and found her at another corner of the store, talking with a girl and smiling. Should I go near and surprise her? What if she got angry and it ruined her first meet? What if she was still angry at me and was refusing of ever falling
[ A L I N A ' S P O V ]"So this is Ria," I stated, settling on the bed and stared at the sleeping baby girl. "Wow. She's really small." Dhruv and Rahul chuckled. "I feel old.""True that," Rahul volunteered, grazing his knuckles along her small cheek. "I consider myself as a child.""Don't do that," Dhruv whined, slapping Rahul's hand from his daughter's cheeks. "I get I'm too young to be a father."Damn young, but I kept my words to myself and peered at the small fingers curled around my index finger. I had reached Delhi an hour ago, and instead of going home, I had guided the driver to take me to Dhruv's new apartment.Peering around his room, I sighed audibly.Dhruv. All alone here."How was your meet?" Dhruv enquired, shifting in his seat."Good." If kissing your ex-boyfriend in front of others could be considered good. If thinking about giving him another chance could be considered good. If being foolish could be considered good.Rahul arched his brows in suspicion. "How was m
Trudging to one of the boxes, I brought the black colored box out from within it and open the lid to find a hardback novel with an author signed plate and personal letter. Rummaging through it, I found little goodies related to the novel.He remembered.He's too stupid. It must have cost him too much.Not bothered with other boxes, I dragged my phone out of my jeans pocket and called him."Alina, is everything okay?" Kabir asked, concerned."Are you stupid?!" I shouted, but at the same time, taking the things out. "You were in New York, not Europe!""Oh," He chuckled. "You got the boxes?""Kabir, seriously?" I sauntered to another box and opened the lid. "Europe, America, Canada. Have you gone fucking mad?!""And yet, you're exploring them." I scowled and was about to deny when he interrupted, "Don't even try lying. I know you. Why is it such a problem if I buy things for you?""Because remotely, they would have cost you around ten thousand." He was about to deny. "Now you don't deny.
[ A L I N A ' S P O V ]Words. Too many words. Too many sentences and yet my eyes couldn't concentrate and grasp any of it.Narrowing my eyes, I made myself comfortable with the book, leaned back and took a deep breath. Start again. Forcing myself, I tried to pay attention to the letters inscribed in the second para of the book and was reading through it when again, my concentration halted and I drifted off to some other part, some other nightmare.Why she did it? If she never loved me, she could've said it. Why couldn't she show her real face like Rishi had done? It would have been such a relief to see the reality than the lie hidden beneath it.Had I done something to offend her? Had I come off as a spoiled girl that she wanted to ruin me? Her words reeled back, her actions ran through. Again and again, she turned the blind eye, and again and again, I acted as if she was my mother.Was my love too false? At the back of my head, I knew the truth. Why couldn't I get a bad feeling f
"I got the right apartment." But my concentration was on the clothes he wore. What the actual fuck? Who wear formal clothes for a simple working of a gown? Controlling my gasp, I bit my lip to stop the smile. "What are you wearing? Are we going in a party?" Frowning, he looked down at his clothes, shrugged his shoulders. "I was in the hotel." That explained nothing. "Business, bookworm. I wasn't joking about working." "Aren't you feeling hot?" "Truth? A bit, but I can't wear casual in office. People don't take me seriously." "Serious?" I chuckled. "You're twenty-one. Who takes a kid as serious?" Scowling, he leaned at the door. "I'm an adult. I work. And invite me in." "Yes." Stepping back, I allowed him to enter the apartment and pass his gaze through the apartment which was nothing as compared to the one he owned. I preferred a small one. Why have such a big apartment when I would be living alone? "Nice." His words flew out of my head as I took in his blue tailored suit wit